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Herc sat atop Mount Olympus, bored. He'd only been there for, what? THREE days? It felt like he'd been there three YEARS. He rested his head on his hand, listening to the other gods and goddesses speak. Day in and day out, it was the same. They sat at a table, gossiping about how stupid certain mortals were. Sometimes they even gossiped about each other while one was gone. Hercules usually didn't take part in the conversations. He sat, quietly, listening. He felt like something was missing. That same hole that was there before he found out he was a demi-god was still there. And he thought Olympus would fill the hole. What was missing? He was with his real family, he was finally accepted. And not just for being famous. He walked away from the table. He had to get away. He needed a break.
He did miss Phil a bit. But even before he became a god, Phil didn't fill that hole. That lonely, empty hole in his heart. Hercules stared down at the people on earth. The mortals. He felt weird calling them mortals. He'd been one, just three days ago. Well, half of one. He still felt the same. Becoming a god didn't change him. He sighed, still looking down. It wasn't what he'd bargained for. He thought Mount Olympus was what he was missing, but it turned out, he was still empty. Hercules needed one of Phil's pep talks. Phil could always cheer him up in a moment like this.
"My SON!" Zeus greeted Hercules, with his usual loud, thundering voice. "Hey, dad." Herc said, half heartedly. Zeus saw Hercules looking down, and he sat down next to his son. Zeus could usually tell when something was wrong with Herc. It wasn't hard, though. When Hercules was sad, he held his head low and hunched over, which was different from the usual confident way he held himself.
"What's the matter, my boy?" He asked, putting his arm around Herc's neck. "Oh… I don't know, Dad. I feel… I guess I feel a little lonely, that's all." Herc said, looking down again. "Lonely?" How could he feel lonely? Zeus wondered. He finally was a god, which was what he'd always wanted… Wasn't it? "Well, my boy… I uh…" Zeus was at a loss of words. "Um.. I'm sorry, son. Maybe you just need to adjust to the Mount Olympus life. Being waited on hand and foot… It's definitely a change from mortal life." Zeus said, patting his back. "Yeah. I guess." Herc sighed again. Not the pep talk he was looking for. He was already treated like a god on earth. People waited on him hand and foot. How was this any different?
"Well… You'll figure things out eventually." Zeus said, standing up and walking away. Herc rolled his eyes. That didn't help him at all. But… he figured he was being too hard on Zeus. After all, he was his dad and it was nice of him to try. He stared down at the people again, wondering what their lives were like. He wondered what was going on in their thoughts and if he was the only one who felt this way.
He found himself sitting and watching the people for many days in a row now. He created back stories and names for them and imagined what their lives were like. They had to be more interesting than his. One girl that he'd really taken an interest in was a girl in a purple toga. She wore her hair in a pony tail every day, and she had gorgeous purple eyes. He'd tried many times to create a name and back story for her, but it was too hard. He only imagine her, in his arms, making his boring life have a reason, living the famous 'happily ever after.' But he knew it would never happen. She was a mortal, after all. And he was a god. Unfortunately.