Apollo POV
Why do I get blamed for any weird noises that go on in Olympus?
I was just milling in the mortal world, playing the lyre and wooing many beautiful women with my perfect musical skills. I do have to say, I am a wonderful musician.
Then I heard it. I kept on hearing it. A weird, eerie noise that sounded like a mix of a horn and a rippling wave. Oh how I hated the noise! It made my audience uncomfortable and they started trying to find out what was going on. Luckily I quieted them down with my lyre.
As I was playing, I asked the satyr next to me, a lad with a pink flower in his hair (weird combo), if he heard anything.
He said, "Oh, I didn't hear anything like this until a few weeks ago! It just made that weird noise and disappeared! I don't know what the noise is or where it comes from! Just please don't skin me like you did the last guy!"
Poor thing. The satyr obviously didn't know that I didn't skin anyone. That story was just a hoax, told by nemesis because she thought I was beginning to get too popular with the mortals. Jeez the gods play rough.
I grunted and left the satyr alone and kept playing the sweet music of my lyre.I was still pretty miffed about the weird noise, and I was beginning to crack. How dare that noise come out at the worst possible moments, five times a week, and most of the time happening during one of my concerts! I was going to get to the bottom of the situation.
Turns out I didn't have to.
From what I heard, Zeus ordered Hermes to gather all the Olympians to have an emergency meeting in Olympus. He even asked some of the minor gods and even Hades to come. Knowing that this meeting was to be a big deal, I had to cut my concert to a halt.
This is what I hate about eerie events. They're weird. They're strange, they're unpredictable, and they're usually a bad sign for the gods. If Zeus had a good solution to the issue, I would gladly thank him for doing such a wondrous deed.
When I got up to Mount Olympus, everyone was in a slight panic. Minor gods and goddesses were milling about, but they were scared and timid. Even Ares son Daimos wasn't that confident as he once was.
I went inside the main Olympus hall, where I saw about half of the Olympians had already gathered. Zeus was busy talking to his brother Poseidon about weather patterns and the possible occurrences of outbreak anomalies. Athena, somehow, looked like quite a mess. Her hair was strewn about and she was busy writing page after page of research of the strange noise.
I walked around the table to my seat. I saw more immortals come in. Dionysus, who looked like a strong, young man, looked quite stressed, stressed enough to be forcing his grapes to constrict into raisins. My sister Artemis, who by the way rides the moon chariot, (which I would say is less cooler than my hot rocking sun chariot) was slowly walking to her seat and was clutching something to her chest. What was it? As I got closer to my chair, I realized it was a translucent glass shard of some sort, and it was smoking fast wisps of silvery mist.
Once the meeting continues and I sit down, Zeus immediately stands up and says, "The reason I gathered you all hear today is to ask. What is going on with all this strange eerie noise? It must come from somewhere!"
He stood up and turned toward Athena.
"I know you have been working hard on the situation, but do you have any leads? Some lead is better than no leads."
Athena tiredly responds, "I don't have much, but I think it's from the sky. As you get closer, the sound intensifies. The noise occurs once every other day, and occurs during the afternoon. I do not know what this noise comes from or what this is, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the noise comes from one of us…"
She deadpanned stared at me with a harsh look. I stared in disbelief. I didn't do it! I was busy playing the lyre to my fellow mortals! I would never do any of the sort! Bt it would seem like a good prank to do with Hermes.
I looked at Hermes. He slowly shook his head, before looking back at Zeus.
"My son…" said Zeus. "Did you make this sort of noise as a prank to scare the rest of us into thinking this was a dire warning of some sort? I know Hermes loves pulling jokes with you, but even he openly admitted he never heard of the noise before. So even if you were playing this noise in the sun chariot or you are fully innocent, I want you to tell us some truth."
I immediately said, "I am innocent, innocent I tell you! I never heard the noise until a few weeks ago! I swear on my immortality! I was at a concert when the noise struck, like just today!"
"Uh huh." said Athena, who at the moment had stopped writing. "Then why do you have the lyre that can make any high pitched noise like the one we've been hearing all week?"
"I swear I've been at the concerts playing my music! I have not been making these crude noises coming from the sky!"
"Uh yeah," chimed in my sister, who was cradling the wispy shard. "You don't really have proof, and you've been leaving Olympus on the same days the noise always comes. Did I hear you bet your immortality on this?"
I was sweaty. Scared even. I had bet my immortality on the line and I haven't even thought of what my rebuttals would be? Man, I am a loser!
But then I had a thought.
The satyr. The satyr with the pink flower in his hair. He had seen me at the concerts for the past few days. He knew I was at the concerts and not in the sky putting my chariot into auto-pilot. I had proof.
"I do have proof! It's just that the proof is a witness! A satyr! He's down in the mortal world right now and he has seen my concerts! I will bring him at once to prove my point!"
Father looked amused. He laughed and said, "Go get your witness. Even if it is still you, we have more to discuss anyways." And he waved me off as I dashed off Mount Olympus without a single thought.
When I got back down to the empty concert area, I immediately heightened my senses to find a very particular satyr. If I couldn't find this satyr, It would be the end of me. I looked left and right, until, just by an oak tree, I spotted a pink flower in the head of a certain individual. I dashed through the tree, and i might say, thoroughly scared the satyr to near death.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH! Dear lord Apollo please don't skin me! What did I do wrong for me to see you again so quickly?"
"Oh, you did nothing wrong." I said. "You're just going to be my eye witness!"
"For what reason-" But before he could say his question, I had already thrown the satyr to Mount Olympus. Don't worry. He'll be just fine.
When I got back, the pink flowered satyr had already told Zeus about what he saw, including a bunch of things that seemed too personal. Then I picked up the satyr and teleported him back to the mortal world. With that news, Zeus said, "Ah, well. I guess we were wrong to assume that Apollo did the deed. But we still have something to discuss. What's that in your hand, Artemis?"
My sister slowly pushed the shard onto the table. Is was perhaps bigger than a diamond the size of a mortal fist, but broken into a thin shard. It was covered a thick mist and was… hovering?
"It's a weird shard of some sort. I saw it during my hunter expeditions. It was embedded in the ground surrounded by a thick mist of some sort. When my hunters got near it, they began to swoon and collapse. So I picked it up myself. I knew it was something not of our world, so when you ordered us to come to Olympus immediately, I knew that this shard might be a part of the problem."
"How interesting." said my father. "We would need to check on this further. For right now, I would like to hold this-"
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Just as Zeus was leaning forward to pick up the shard, the noise hit us. It was more stronger than the others that I've heard, and from what I know it usually means: Big Noise = Bad.
Everyone was fidgeting uncomfortably in their seats. They were sweating and some were even frozen. We were all thinking the same thing. Uh oh.
Zeus said, "Ok, everyone outside, the situation might get worse." And indeed it did.
When we left the building to go outside, a huge crack had enveloped the sky. Pieces of sky shard was falling to the mortal world. Olympus was in chaos. Everyone was scared. I'm pretty sure I even saw Ares hold Hera by her legs.
Then the crack in the sky got bigger. And bigger. Chunks of wispy, thin shards sprayed everywhere. It hit the walls, the terraces, the statues. My poor statue got a shard of sky in the.. you know what area. Zeus was yelling orders. Minor gods and goddesses were asking whether to shoot it or not, but they were put down and told to wait.
Then it exploded. A force pushed all of us back. Trees were ripped out of its roots. Buildings started to crack. Mount Olympus itself started to feel the force. Now I wish I was in the mortal world instead of Olympus. At least I would be playing my lyre while this was all happening.
A flash of light enveloped everything in an instant, and before I knew it, I had blacked out.
Sound familiar?
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