*Cheyenne's POV*
Hades put his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me closer to him. One may think his arms would be cold, him being God of the Underworld and all. I, however, thought they were very snug and protective. I was standing there, snuggling Hades, and resisting the urge to cry. Honestly, I wasn't sure why I felt the need to shed tears, but it was very tempting to. Holding them back wasn't all that easy, either.
After a few minutes of just standing there, Hades whispered something to himself. I didn't know what he had said, for he had said it extremely softly. He then reached down, placed a hand under my knees, and swept me off of my feet. I tried to keep back a screech of joy. Hades was holding me!
I could nearly feel Hades looking at me. I moved my head to try to look into his cobalt eyes, but it was too hard - I just couldn't. They were too piercing. Just to avoid them, I buried my face back into his chest.
All of a sudden, there were cracks that split the air. I jumped nearly ten feet in the air. Hades's eyes widened with shock, as he squeezed me tighter. "Ah. It'll be okay," He reassured me. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Just then, another voice of someone completely different came from behind Hades, and said,"Hades, what are you holding?" Hades bit his lip, and slowly turned around. Once he had completely rotated, I was face to face with another man.
He, too, was taller than I was, but a tad bit shorter than Hades. He had shoulder-length hair the same color as cinnamon, and stubble on his chin just the same color. His emerald eyes were squinted into a glare. This man wore a light red toga that hung off of his right shoulder, a light blue skirt-type thing, and brown loafers. In his left hand, he held a staff that had one large spear on the end of it. Shuddering slightly, I assumed this man was Zeus.
*Zeus's POV*
I squinted at the young woman cradled in Hades's arms. It took a minute, but I had realized that she was Shylo, the Goddess of Ballet. I shot Hades a glare. "Hades!," I barked at him. "Did I tell you to leave the goddess be or not?!" His pale face began to turn slight pink as the girl in his arms squirmed uncomfortably. "I-I didn't have any control over it! The constellations brought her to me!," he stuttered. "Now please; keep your voice down. You're spooking her."
I raised my eyebrows, and lifted the girl out of Hades's arms, and into mine. She squealed, and her pink cheeks turned red. Her doe-like eyes were round and sparkly and said "Please give me back to Hades." I scowled. The girl was a shrimp; there was no possible way she could've weighed any more than a fox cub, and she was so short.
I dropped her back into Hades arms, as she let out a little shout. "Bring her to your room. I don't want to see her out here for the night," I said to Hades. He nodded, and pursed his lips at me.
He fixed the girl so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her arms were clinging to his neck. Then he turned around, whispering reassuring things to her, slowly walking as he brought her to his room. And when they got there, they would stay out of mischief. Because if they didn't there would be trouble.