AN: Here we are! I am editing the first two chapters and I feel bad just deleting them so I'all delete them later.

Soon after the war with the Titans, Zeus found himself fighting a second war with his brothers.

"I do not understand why you have to be king! I am older!" The ground shook as Poseidon's fury reached farther than the seas.

"Well, if it is about age, then I should be king. I am the oldest, brother," said Hades, his voice causing shivers to travel up Zeus' spine. Three days had passed since their victory, and no one seemed to be getting any rest.

"Brothers, you must understand that my title came from Gaia herself! She gave me the sticks, we picked one and whoever picked the one representing Heaven, became king. Simple as that, and just as random. We are all deserving of the throne, but the Fates chose me! I have no power over this!"

"But-"

The rest of the day went on just like that. Fortunately, it ended more peacefully than the first three, and Zeus had hopes of his brothers calming down. With a sigh, he dropped on his cloud bed and fell fast asleep. If anything, the bed was the only reason being king was worth it.

Unbeknownst to him, while Zeus was in deep sleep, a quiet little guest slipped into his room. Hera kneeled in front of him, staring at his face for so long, she felt she would never forget it. And with a kiss on the forehead, she left. It would be years before anyone saw her again.

Here's absence brought panic unto the gods. They searched everywhere they could to find her, ending up with nothing. It was only when Gaia told them to cease searching that they did. Because, of course, if Gaia was not worried, then nothing bad could have happened.

Over the years, Zeus got married. The mesmerizing Metís occupied the throne next to him for many years, until she fell ill. Unlike her husband, she was not a goddess, and her immortality did not protect her from diseases. In an attempt to ease the pain, Zeus swallowed her. He spent decades hiding the truth, claiming she'd left in the middle of the night like Hera. Once the rumors died, his bed filled with lovers once again. The most famous was Themis, who bore him the Horae. Everyone had hoped Zeus would settle down, but it seemed that nine nights was the most he could do.

Life came peaceful on Olympus, everything finally piecing together. Zeus' days were disturbed only by Demeter, who often pestered him with proposals of marriage. More often than not, Zeus had the feeling that Persephone may not have been an accident, that there may have been a greater motive behind.

Well, life changed when she returned. Questions new and old surfaced, with no real answers to be found. It seemed that Hera was back, and no one wanted to explain why.