Silently, the bright golden sun began to rise; Prometheus was the first
wake from his deep slumber, catching sight of Eos as she slipped quietly
through the sky, bringing dawn quietly around Apollo who slowly pushed the
sun passed the horizon.
Blinking, he tried hard to gain conscience, but the night before finally clicked into his mind, instantly setting a sour look upon his face. He turned to his brother, looking at him while slept peacefully. Epimetheus was out, and did not look as if anything could wake him, his face was blank, not one single emotion lay upon it, it was as if Hades had swept away his soul during the dormant night while both of them had been asleep.
The soft winds were beginning to blow now, Prometheus could only guess that Aeolus had awaken shortly after himself. He gently pulled his knees to his chest, holding them tightly to him with his tender bulged arms. He sighed deeply in regret to what they had done the night before.
"I swear, there will be punishment someday soon to come for this heinous act!"
The words haunted his mind, no doubt Morpheus picked up his thoughts by now, Epimetheus's would have been much stronger. Burying his eyes into the palms of his hands, he only wished that Hypnos could sweep him back into his slumber and allow him to disappear from the world for the day.
A booming crash shot Prometheus from his seat, instantly took his thoughts from his mind and caused them to disappear. All thoughts seemed to just vanish as he turned his attention to Mount Olympus. Apparently Zeus was still furious with the both of them, probably even more upset that they were not even there at the moment.
He pitied Hera and Hercules, feeling that they might be frighten by his rash actions. Were they even aware of their robbery from the night before? He wondered as he stared at the flashing clouds. Hermes was probably having the time of his life, dodging each bolt that Zeus hurled into Aeolus's creations.
If only they had their powers.. Even Persephone's would have helped them, but he personally favored Eros's more. One strike of his arrows to Zeus's ass would have made him focus more on Hera then them.
Slow low grunting, turned Prometheus's attention back over to his brother as he caught him slightly stirring against the ground.
"Prometheus?" he whispered as he reached down towards his left side and pushed himself to his knees.
"Yes?" Prometheus responded as he turned back to the mountain, his eyes reflecting back the fear in what was left of his condensed mind.
"How long ago did you wake?" he asked curiously as he released a long deep vigorous yawn and stretched out his arms, cracking them behind his head playfully, as if trying to annoy Prometheus purposely.
"Not to long ago." he answered, his eyes stilled glued to the clouds like the sap was to the nearby trees.
"Is that-,"
"Zeus?" Prometheus finished for him as he turned his head to gaze down at his brother, fear still filled in his eyes, and Epimetheus seemed to notice it almost immediately and turned to hide his stupidity.
"Do you think we should-,"
"Go up there?!" Prometheus ended again mockingly as if telling him to stop talking, his tone low and utterly annoyed.
"Well. yeah." Epimetheus cautiously spoke as if trying to decide while he spoke whether or not what he was saying was at all right.
"Of coarse not!! Skinned alive before the rest of the Gods?! Is that really what you want?!" boomed his brother, his fear turning into anger and complete annoyance now as he glared down at him.
"Are you suggesting we hide from the captain of all Gods!? Is that even possible, brother?! He knows all! If he thinks us to make a break for it, he will call his Sirens upon us!! In addition, even if we get away from them, he still has the Fates! No one can escape them!!" Epimetheus cried out as he stood to his feet, his own anger over powering Prometheus's now as he towered over him.
Prometheus remained seated staring up at his younger sibling, his face unchanged, then without consolation, turned his gaze back to the mountain once again in disapproval.
Quick winds began to shoot through them, whipping their robes back against the whistling trees. The familiar holler from another God twisted their ears and the direction it was coming from, sideways from the mountain. Hermes's gold tinted tiny wings came into view flapping madly as if out of control. Prometheus stood up quickly and held his arms out to catch Hermes, to avoid letting him bash into a nearby tree.
Aeolus must have been the cause because the wind was much to forceful to be any of the main wind Gods, like Boreas, the North, Zephir, the West, Notus, the South, or Eurus, the East. infact, neither of the brothers could have recalled seeing any of the four at the party the night before, only Aeolus had showed that day. Crashing into him, Prometheus was thrown onto his back hard by Hermes's blow and laid there for a short moment while the wind finally died down and Hermes floated from his stomach, his wings weaken and frail.
"Whoa. what's the rush Hermes?" Epimetheus asked looking concerned at the little man as he fluttered softly in the air. He shot both brothers a disgusted look, his eyes narrowed and his breath hard as he chucked a small scroll at them in fury and then turned. Both gave a surprised look to Hermes as he glared at them and without a word, turned and slammed into a leaping speed, leaving small amounts of dust in their wake from the dry dirt below their tender feet as he disappeared back towards the mountain. The small scroll hit the ground below them, the little paper was fiery bright red and they knew at once it had been sent from Zeus, even more so from Hermes reaction to seeing them, they also knew Zeus had told everyone of their dirty deed from the night before.
"Well. what does it say?" Epimetheus asked while staring at the parcel that lay before him, unwilling to move.
"What am I, a Fate?! I do not know! I have not read it yet!"
"Then read it!!" Epimetheus commanded now, his body shaking so hard it looked as if it were about to burst. Prometheus reached down regrettable and clamped his hand around the scroll, but his fear for what was inside was so strong, he crumpled the paper slightly in his fist. As if someone possessed him then, he lifted it before both their eyes and began to unravel it, but to their surprise, it only was a foot long sheet, with hardly but a sentence written upon it's fragile surface.
"Mount Olympus is waiting for you.."
Both brothers turned to each other staring at one another looking as though they had seen a ghost for both were a pale white staring at the little note. The refused to take their eyes off the letter wondering whether they should go or if they should stay for the warning in their heart was strong and they feared for the worst. What if Zeus was planning to steal away their god powers in front of everyone without any warning to show them off as an example to what happens to those who are taken in because they had stolen powers that did not belong to them? Breathless they glanced off into the lightning based filled mountain sky, leading up into the mountain disappearing above the clouds.
Looking to each other Prometheus's eyes seemed to be trying to debate whether they should go on or not. Fear was taking over his mind, he felt as if clearly as the pale sunlight that peaked farther overhead by Apollo's mighty shoulders. Epimetheus stared on to his brother, looking as if he were about to pass out into the cold encrusted ground littered with the fall twigs from the nearby dead trees.
"Well should we?" he asked curiously upon his brother, staring at him looking for a pure answer of regret, wondering whether he was even going to answer his question, as he watched him slightly lift his head and eyes from their hard gaze upon the small sheet and look up to the mountain as if it were evil.
"Do we have a choice?" Prometheus asked riddling, as if he did not know what else to say to him to comfort his brother for the slightest moment.
Without warning, Prometheus jumped upwards, catching the wind at his feet. Epimetheus instantly followed with the exact amount of lightning speed as his older brother. The wind was pushing against their frail bodies as they powered upwards into the heavens, speeding as fast as they could. The clouds seemed to bury them into them, as if devouring them for the midmorning's lunch. They had no idea what they could think of that could be in store for them. The note had been so short yet it delivered a dangerous warning that held in secret to the light of Apollo's sun, even that morning they had caught him sending them an evil glare as Hermes had done shortly there ago.
What could he want.? Prometheus whispered to himself, the thought lurking about his mind in fear and anxiety. Where does he want us to go at all? I do not understand the slightest. He whispered again to himself in curiosity his mind racing with ideas. The fear of what was about to come began to fill his mind instantly as if calling to him whistling out both their names to their doom, right into Zeus's hands that could easily smite them from the world within seconds, like he could have accomplished the night before if he hadn't been so angry.
Maybe he calmed himself from the night before and was willing to forgive them, after all, wouldn't man have discovered that fire any ways from his bolts, they had only sped up the process slightly from Zeus's plans, or maybe Zeus was luring them into a trap like his heart so wished it not to be so. There was only one to find out, and it was to go and see for themselves.
Epimetheus was feeling the same frighten feeling deep in the bottom of his heart and in the very back of his mind but he felt more confident by staying quiet. Clearly, the fear reflected from his brother's eyes so maybe he could be the one to stand up for both of them and be the one in charge instead of his older brother. He had after all, always felt a over powering sense towards his brother, he did after all come up with the idea of creating the man that walked the gentle earth this day so maybe, they had every right to do what they had done. It was their creation to mess with and to advance if they ever so pleased it to be so.
The sky seemed to beckon them forward now, pulling apart the clouds, giving a clear blue stream as if they had dived into the ocean with the wind pushing them upwards into the bright rays of the nearby sun that arose so steadily, so slowly and carefully. Now they were close, they could make out those wonderful gleaming golden gates that entered into the Gods' Mount Olympus.
They began to slow their pace, acting very cautious as they grew closer to the forbidden gates of man. What would have the gods been thinking to invite them while they knew Zeus must have been mad at them, no not mad, furious, enraged, words couldn't describe how their master was feeling out of all the other gods, no one could compare to the powers of him, no matter how much they tried. He was the one who gave them their powers over the certain sites of the world and he could certainly take them away and destroy them with a swipe of his mighty hand.
Finally they were there, it was only a matter of seconds before they took their first step onto the soft tender white fluffy clouds that littered the ground and stood around the peak of the monstrous mountain, stealing all the beauty from the sky as if beckoning it to compare to its enormous self. The wind became calm, brushing their robes gently back against the frail tender blue sky. Silence filled their ears all seemed to die around them but the faint whistling within the depths of the wind. Their hair swept around their perfectly sculpted faces, their eyes gleaming with fear and doubt, both now with an equal share of both of the emotions. Epimetheus shook slightly against the cold winds as they wrapped his body in a tight circle and unraveled back into the air.
"Well, well, well. a could harsh voice sounded behind them. Recognizing it neither turned to face him, they knew that must have been what he really wanted, all that attention.
"Seems my bride refused to join me today but that's alright, we'll be having two new visitors at our home shortly.. Oh in about an hour or so.." He spoke again, his voice growing colder and more devilish in tone.
"We have not time with you!" Prometheus barked his voice hard and firm as the dirt ground that laid thousands of miles below them now. He did not turn to face him, nor did his brother; they were not so low as to go head on with the ruler of the underworld.
"Sure. sure. not now anyway.." Hades remarked, a hint of enjoyment at their own remark slipping into his hard voice.
"Not ever.." Epimetheus whispered to himself as he moved forward towards the gleaming golden gates.
"What was that?" Hades asked, and Prometheus finally turned to face him, catching a faint smile sliding across his ridiculed lips.
Both stayed quiet, and Epimetheus stayed focused at the gates while Prometheus shot him a hard stare, wishing he could just cause Hades' lips to vanish from his face.
"No matter, I'll just see you both in hell then." Hades quickly ended with a small chuckle protruding from his fiery deep-gutted throat as he vanished instantly from their sights back down to his own throne way below the ground.
"What a push over.." Epimetheus whispered, his eyes still glued to the gates as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the burning pole that centered the gates. "Do you really believe him?" He asked Prometheus, turning the bar so it slipped safely from the rocks and released the gates, letting them both sides of it slide back safely with pure silence.
"Of coarse not!! Do you take me for a fool!!" he lied, feeling that his brother might have caught the hint of fear in his voice. What could he had been thinking. Hades and Zeus might have been brothers but unlike the relationship with him and his brother, Epimetheus, Hades and Zeus hated each other with everything in their souls. Hades was lying, he must have been. There was no other solution. Why would Zeus send them to hell when he could always easily do a lot worse to them. Take their all their powers but their immortality and let them burn, suffocate and freeze. He could even shoot them down into the Titan's sealed cavern deep below the seas. Surely, Zeus's father would delight in devouring their godly bodies.
Prometheus was so deep in thought however that he did not notice Epimetheus disappear from sight beyond the gates. Looking up, he finally caught the last glimpse of his pale blue robe vanishing over a set of clouds. In a panic, Prometheus shot up, speeding towards his brother, feeling as if being watched though. Feeling stupid as well, he slowed his pace, dying into a fast walk, his younger brother coming into clear view now. Within a few minutes he was finally side by side with Epimetheus, completely slowed into a steady walk, his form perfectly preserved in an upward important looking position.
A grand aura began to fill the air, giving it the perfect view of sight in the entire place, lighting it up with the perfect amount of darkness in each of the corners, looking as if though it was really a painting. Each God stood before them, staring them down angrily. None so much as Hera who stood high above them all, Hercules cradled in her arms that also seemed to be glaring at them. A young baby like that.. Glaring at us. What a site that was. Epimetheus thought to himself as he stared right back up at the infant who pulled his thumb to his mouth and began sucking it fiercely.
Booming footsteps caught both brothers off guard, they instantly turned towards the throne, and Zeus appeared before it, sitting cross-legged across it as if he had not a care in the world. His face was stern and forceful yet, he seemed calm and collected as if he knew exactly what to do, perfectly well balanced in his own mind. Nodding to them, he carefully rose from his seat, letting his grand robe flow down around his body. He kept his head high as he lowered his gaze towards them, his eyes now hard and as black as coals. Both brothers lowered their heads in shame, wondering if any of them would take pity upon them for these expressions they now showed. Glancing up a little bit, Prometheus noticed none that changed their glares, they still seemed as if painted on a canvas, never changing. With slow powerful steps, Zeus began to walk towards both boys, his head still held high and his expression frozen as solid ice.
"You're late.." He mentioned to them as he finally reached the bottom step and he seemed to be hiding a smile behind that icy look of his. Epimetheus caught it and looked up, a startled look smacked across his face.
Blinking, he tried hard to gain conscience, but the night before finally clicked into his mind, instantly setting a sour look upon his face. He turned to his brother, looking at him while slept peacefully. Epimetheus was out, and did not look as if anything could wake him, his face was blank, not one single emotion lay upon it, it was as if Hades had swept away his soul during the dormant night while both of them had been asleep.
The soft winds were beginning to blow now, Prometheus could only guess that Aeolus had awaken shortly after himself. He gently pulled his knees to his chest, holding them tightly to him with his tender bulged arms. He sighed deeply in regret to what they had done the night before.
"I swear, there will be punishment someday soon to come for this heinous act!"
The words haunted his mind, no doubt Morpheus picked up his thoughts by now, Epimetheus's would have been much stronger. Burying his eyes into the palms of his hands, he only wished that Hypnos could sweep him back into his slumber and allow him to disappear from the world for the day.
A booming crash shot Prometheus from his seat, instantly took his thoughts from his mind and caused them to disappear. All thoughts seemed to just vanish as he turned his attention to Mount Olympus. Apparently Zeus was still furious with the both of them, probably even more upset that they were not even there at the moment.
He pitied Hera and Hercules, feeling that they might be frighten by his rash actions. Were they even aware of their robbery from the night before? He wondered as he stared at the flashing clouds. Hermes was probably having the time of his life, dodging each bolt that Zeus hurled into Aeolus's creations.
If only they had their powers.. Even Persephone's would have helped them, but he personally favored Eros's more. One strike of his arrows to Zeus's ass would have made him focus more on Hera then them.
Slow low grunting, turned Prometheus's attention back over to his brother as he caught him slightly stirring against the ground.
"Prometheus?" he whispered as he reached down towards his left side and pushed himself to his knees.
"Yes?" Prometheus responded as he turned back to the mountain, his eyes reflecting back the fear in what was left of his condensed mind.
"How long ago did you wake?" he asked curiously as he released a long deep vigorous yawn and stretched out his arms, cracking them behind his head playfully, as if trying to annoy Prometheus purposely.
"Not to long ago." he answered, his eyes stilled glued to the clouds like the sap was to the nearby trees.
"Is that-,"
"Zeus?" Prometheus finished for him as he turned his head to gaze down at his brother, fear still filled in his eyes, and Epimetheus seemed to notice it almost immediately and turned to hide his stupidity.
"Do you think we should-,"
"Go up there?!" Prometheus ended again mockingly as if telling him to stop talking, his tone low and utterly annoyed.
"Well. yeah." Epimetheus cautiously spoke as if trying to decide while he spoke whether or not what he was saying was at all right.
"Of coarse not!! Skinned alive before the rest of the Gods?! Is that really what you want?!" boomed his brother, his fear turning into anger and complete annoyance now as he glared down at him.
"Are you suggesting we hide from the captain of all Gods!? Is that even possible, brother?! He knows all! If he thinks us to make a break for it, he will call his Sirens upon us!! In addition, even if we get away from them, he still has the Fates! No one can escape them!!" Epimetheus cried out as he stood to his feet, his own anger over powering Prometheus's now as he towered over him.
Prometheus remained seated staring up at his younger sibling, his face unchanged, then without consolation, turned his gaze back to the mountain once again in disapproval.
Quick winds began to shoot through them, whipping their robes back against the whistling trees. The familiar holler from another God twisted their ears and the direction it was coming from, sideways from the mountain. Hermes's gold tinted tiny wings came into view flapping madly as if out of control. Prometheus stood up quickly and held his arms out to catch Hermes, to avoid letting him bash into a nearby tree.
Aeolus must have been the cause because the wind was much to forceful to be any of the main wind Gods, like Boreas, the North, Zephir, the West, Notus, the South, or Eurus, the East. infact, neither of the brothers could have recalled seeing any of the four at the party the night before, only Aeolus had showed that day. Crashing into him, Prometheus was thrown onto his back hard by Hermes's blow and laid there for a short moment while the wind finally died down and Hermes floated from his stomach, his wings weaken and frail.
"Whoa. what's the rush Hermes?" Epimetheus asked looking concerned at the little man as he fluttered softly in the air. He shot both brothers a disgusted look, his eyes narrowed and his breath hard as he chucked a small scroll at them in fury and then turned. Both gave a surprised look to Hermes as he glared at them and without a word, turned and slammed into a leaping speed, leaving small amounts of dust in their wake from the dry dirt below their tender feet as he disappeared back towards the mountain. The small scroll hit the ground below them, the little paper was fiery bright red and they knew at once it had been sent from Zeus, even more so from Hermes reaction to seeing them, they also knew Zeus had told everyone of their dirty deed from the night before.
"Well. what does it say?" Epimetheus asked while staring at the parcel that lay before him, unwilling to move.
"What am I, a Fate?! I do not know! I have not read it yet!"
"Then read it!!" Epimetheus commanded now, his body shaking so hard it looked as if it were about to burst. Prometheus reached down regrettable and clamped his hand around the scroll, but his fear for what was inside was so strong, he crumpled the paper slightly in his fist. As if someone possessed him then, he lifted it before both their eyes and began to unravel it, but to their surprise, it only was a foot long sheet, with hardly but a sentence written upon it's fragile surface.
"Mount Olympus is waiting for you.."
Both brothers turned to each other staring at one another looking as though they had seen a ghost for both were a pale white staring at the little note. The refused to take their eyes off the letter wondering whether they should go or if they should stay for the warning in their heart was strong and they feared for the worst. What if Zeus was planning to steal away their god powers in front of everyone without any warning to show them off as an example to what happens to those who are taken in because they had stolen powers that did not belong to them? Breathless they glanced off into the lightning based filled mountain sky, leading up into the mountain disappearing above the clouds.
Looking to each other Prometheus's eyes seemed to be trying to debate whether they should go on or not. Fear was taking over his mind, he felt as if clearly as the pale sunlight that peaked farther overhead by Apollo's mighty shoulders. Epimetheus stared on to his brother, looking as if he were about to pass out into the cold encrusted ground littered with the fall twigs from the nearby dead trees.
"Well should we?" he asked curiously upon his brother, staring at him looking for a pure answer of regret, wondering whether he was even going to answer his question, as he watched him slightly lift his head and eyes from their hard gaze upon the small sheet and look up to the mountain as if it were evil.
"Do we have a choice?" Prometheus asked riddling, as if he did not know what else to say to him to comfort his brother for the slightest moment.
Without warning, Prometheus jumped upwards, catching the wind at his feet. Epimetheus instantly followed with the exact amount of lightning speed as his older brother. The wind was pushing against their frail bodies as they powered upwards into the heavens, speeding as fast as they could. The clouds seemed to bury them into them, as if devouring them for the midmorning's lunch. They had no idea what they could think of that could be in store for them. The note had been so short yet it delivered a dangerous warning that held in secret to the light of Apollo's sun, even that morning they had caught him sending them an evil glare as Hermes had done shortly there ago.
What could he want.? Prometheus whispered to himself, the thought lurking about his mind in fear and anxiety. Where does he want us to go at all? I do not understand the slightest. He whispered again to himself in curiosity his mind racing with ideas. The fear of what was about to come began to fill his mind instantly as if calling to him whistling out both their names to their doom, right into Zeus's hands that could easily smite them from the world within seconds, like he could have accomplished the night before if he hadn't been so angry.
Maybe he calmed himself from the night before and was willing to forgive them, after all, wouldn't man have discovered that fire any ways from his bolts, they had only sped up the process slightly from Zeus's plans, or maybe Zeus was luring them into a trap like his heart so wished it not to be so. There was only one to find out, and it was to go and see for themselves.
Epimetheus was feeling the same frighten feeling deep in the bottom of his heart and in the very back of his mind but he felt more confident by staying quiet. Clearly, the fear reflected from his brother's eyes so maybe he could be the one to stand up for both of them and be the one in charge instead of his older brother. He had after all, always felt a over powering sense towards his brother, he did after all come up with the idea of creating the man that walked the gentle earth this day so maybe, they had every right to do what they had done. It was their creation to mess with and to advance if they ever so pleased it to be so.
The sky seemed to beckon them forward now, pulling apart the clouds, giving a clear blue stream as if they had dived into the ocean with the wind pushing them upwards into the bright rays of the nearby sun that arose so steadily, so slowly and carefully. Now they were close, they could make out those wonderful gleaming golden gates that entered into the Gods' Mount Olympus.
They began to slow their pace, acting very cautious as they grew closer to the forbidden gates of man. What would have the gods been thinking to invite them while they knew Zeus must have been mad at them, no not mad, furious, enraged, words couldn't describe how their master was feeling out of all the other gods, no one could compare to the powers of him, no matter how much they tried. He was the one who gave them their powers over the certain sites of the world and he could certainly take them away and destroy them with a swipe of his mighty hand.
Finally they were there, it was only a matter of seconds before they took their first step onto the soft tender white fluffy clouds that littered the ground and stood around the peak of the monstrous mountain, stealing all the beauty from the sky as if beckoning it to compare to its enormous self. The wind became calm, brushing their robes gently back against the frail tender blue sky. Silence filled their ears all seemed to die around them but the faint whistling within the depths of the wind. Their hair swept around their perfectly sculpted faces, their eyes gleaming with fear and doubt, both now with an equal share of both of the emotions. Epimetheus shook slightly against the cold winds as they wrapped his body in a tight circle and unraveled back into the air.
"Well, well, well. a could harsh voice sounded behind them. Recognizing it neither turned to face him, they knew that must have been what he really wanted, all that attention.
"Seems my bride refused to join me today but that's alright, we'll be having two new visitors at our home shortly.. Oh in about an hour or so.." He spoke again, his voice growing colder and more devilish in tone.
"We have not time with you!" Prometheus barked his voice hard and firm as the dirt ground that laid thousands of miles below them now. He did not turn to face him, nor did his brother; they were not so low as to go head on with the ruler of the underworld.
"Sure. sure. not now anyway.." Hades remarked, a hint of enjoyment at their own remark slipping into his hard voice.
"Not ever.." Epimetheus whispered to himself as he moved forward towards the gleaming golden gates.
"What was that?" Hades asked, and Prometheus finally turned to face him, catching a faint smile sliding across his ridiculed lips.
Both stayed quiet, and Epimetheus stayed focused at the gates while Prometheus shot him a hard stare, wishing he could just cause Hades' lips to vanish from his face.
"No matter, I'll just see you both in hell then." Hades quickly ended with a small chuckle protruding from his fiery deep-gutted throat as he vanished instantly from their sights back down to his own throne way below the ground.
"What a push over.." Epimetheus whispered, his eyes still glued to the gates as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the burning pole that centered the gates. "Do you really believe him?" He asked Prometheus, turning the bar so it slipped safely from the rocks and released the gates, letting them both sides of it slide back safely with pure silence.
"Of coarse not!! Do you take me for a fool!!" he lied, feeling that his brother might have caught the hint of fear in his voice. What could he had been thinking. Hades and Zeus might have been brothers but unlike the relationship with him and his brother, Epimetheus, Hades and Zeus hated each other with everything in their souls. Hades was lying, he must have been. There was no other solution. Why would Zeus send them to hell when he could always easily do a lot worse to them. Take their all their powers but their immortality and let them burn, suffocate and freeze. He could even shoot them down into the Titan's sealed cavern deep below the seas. Surely, Zeus's father would delight in devouring their godly bodies.
Prometheus was so deep in thought however that he did not notice Epimetheus disappear from sight beyond the gates. Looking up, he finally caught the last glimpse of his pale blue robe vanishing over a set of clouds. In a panic, Prometheus shot up, speeding towards his brother, feeling as if being watched though. Feeling stupid as well, he slowed his pace, dying into a fast walk, his younger brother coming into clear view now. Within a few minutes he was finally side by side with Epimetheus, completely slowed into a steady walk, his form perfectly preserved in an upward important looking position.
A grand aura began to fill the air, giving it the perfect view of sight in the entire place, lighting it up with the perfect amount of darkness in each of the corners, looking as if though it was really a painting. Each God stood before them, staring them down angrily. None so much as Hera who stood high above them all, Hercules cradled in her arms that also seemed to be glaring at them. A young baby like that.. Glaring at us. What a site that was. Epimetheus thought to himself as he stared right back up at the infant who pulled his thumb to his mouth and began sucking it fiercely.
Booming footsteps caught both brothers off guard, they instantly turned towards the throne, and Zeus appeared before it, sitting cross-legged across it as if he had not a care in the world. His face was stern and forceful yet, he seemed calm and collected as if he knew exactly what to do, perfectly well balanced in his own mind. Nodding to them, he carefully rose from his seat, letting his grand robe flow down around his body. He kept his head high as he lowered his gaze towards them, his eyes now hard and as black as coals. Both brothers lowered their heads in shame, wondering if any of them would take pity upon them for these expressions they now showed. Glancing up a little bit, Prometheus noticed none that changed their glares, they still seemed as if painted on a canvas, never changing. With slow powerful steps, Zeus began to walk towards both boys, his head still held high and his expression frozen as solid ice.
"You're late.." He mentioned to them as he finally reached the bottom step and he seemed to be hiding a smile behind that icy look of his. Epimetheus caught it and looked up, a startled look smacked across his face.