Simply Thinking
this is a simple series of one-shots about what the Olympians are thinking 1000 years after the Battle of Manhattan. There will be a paragraph or two for all the Olympians. Maybe.
Rated: T; for mild language
This might not be the best bunch of one-shots but I'm bored… So; yeah… And my chapter titles suck. c: haha.
Pre-Warning: I kinda switch from 3rd person to 1st person… a lot. So sorry; if that confuses anyone. If you have a problem; I will edit.
This will probably be the Order of the one-shots
Zeus; Hera; Poseidon; Demeter; Hades; Hestia
Hermes; Athena; Apollo; Aphrodite; Hephaestus
Artemis; Ares; Dionysus
And I might do Nemesis in the honor of Ethan~
Chapter 4 – Demeter; Simply Feeling This
I paced around my garden, pulling random weeds here and there. I sighed, softly as I sat down on the ground beside my beloved plants. I started at them and they began to grow under my gaze which made me smile wide. Then I frowned, suddenly. I was supposed to go visit Hades later for some incredibly stupid reason.
I curled my fingers in the dirt and lifted my hand. I moved my finger around my palm. The dirt freely moved away my fingers and back onto the ground. Some still in my hand, gently kneading it with my fingers. I closed my eyes, this remembered of my past children. Ground equals Hade's Domain which Hades deals with dead souls. I glowered at the ground, slightly. All those souls, how could Hades and my daughter live with them? I don't mean it in a mean way but it must be seriously depressing. Especially when Hades can see his dead children but can't really do anything for them.
I leaned forward and rested on my head in my hands. Sometimes, I wish Kronos and Rhea weren't my parents. I probably would've a much easier life as a plain ole' mortal. I would have been dead a long time ago and would have no connection with the gods at all. Yet the fates don't work at way and I have to be alive while my loved ones die around me. Not that I don't love the other gods, my siblings and my brother's children. They are just a very big-handful especially Ares and Apollo in my opinion.
Back to my dead children, they are all led happy lives; some were very different and heartbreaking while others had the free ride. I couldn't stop my thoughts as they drifted towards the Battle of Manhattan. It was just like many other battles but this was the lately. My father hasn't made tried to get out of Tartarus which surprises me a lot. I know he'll act up soon or later. Hopefully, later, we don't need another repeat of what happened in Battle of Manhattan and the events leading up to it. There were too many demigods dying and suffering, emotionally and physically.
My children did their part in that Battle, nicely. They were a very strong-hold in the defense even if others don't see it. And they were also outstanding in Offense. They did perfect like I know they would. I watched them before in Capture the Flag games so I knew their true potential. Most demigods think that my children are soft and only pick flowers. I snorted, softly, everyone was so wrong. Aphrodite's children are like mine, too. Everyone thinks they are weak, I can understand the love goddess, slight anger at the others.
I got to my hand and let the rest of the dirt fall out of my hand. A few specks of the dirt stayed on my hand but I didn't mind at all. I love the feeling, like my children, the ground connected me with them. And I defiantly loved this feeling.
I was simply feeling this and all that it had...
A/N: Sorry that I am like the slowest updatier ever... but I won't ever give up on this story. (:
