Apollo's POV

I stormed down the hallway with incredible speed. How dare Hera harm my sister for a petty statue of her ugly mug, I mean, the thing showed her with a blue steel with that gods-awful crown looking thingy on her head. Who wants to see that? I sure as hell didn't.

I yanked open the door to her get away cottage on the palaces borders, where she stayed when her and father were fighting. I clenched and unclenched my fists, but frowned as I dropped something. I stopped and looked down at the ground. I mentally face palmed. In my rush to go get revenge for my sister, I had forgotten to put down the half roll of ace bandage that I had balled up in my hand. Whatever. I turned and continued towards my destination. Hera was always in her garden this time of night.

I was angry. I really wanted to hit something, and now that I was standing on the marble floor of her home and the sweet smell of her favorite flower, honeysuckle, filled my nose. A large bouquet of the yellow petals was in a vase on top of a stone pillar to my right. I stared at them, and thought of her face. I didn't mean to light them on fire, but I did and I didn't regret it. I walked forward without an actual reality of what I was doing, and I ran into something. I turned to face a statue of the great Queen Hera herself. It was beautiful, carved out of obsidian and detailed lightly with gold. Gold. I snarled, how could my color end up on such a gorgeous statue of such an ugly thing? Insulted, I slammed my fist into the face of the damned thing. Almost instantly it cracked all the way through out. I punched it once more, and it fell in black and gold slivers onto the floor.

I stared for a second then kept walking. It felt good to hit something, but it was nothing compared to what Hera's real face would feel against my knuckles. I would find out soon enough. Because nobody touched my sister, nobody.

I did not notice the raven-haired messenger god, who had been cowering behind a vine of orchids witnessing the whole thing, as he took off around the corner towards the throne room muttering, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit he is mad gotta tell Zeus."

Hermes POV

I'd never thought so much rage could twist into my older brothers face. And watching him compact a statue of Hera to smithereens was not comforting in the least amount of ways. I hurried down the hall and couldn't help but wonder what had angered him so much at Hera, but I knew damn right and well that if I didn't get somebody to keep him from bashing her face in (I'd do it but to tell the truth, I was terrified of him when he got like this. He was a lot like Artemis in the way of his temper, though she gets set off much faster than he did) something very, very, very bad was going to happen to my brother, and I didn't want that to happen because if he left I would be forced to spend my days with Hephaestus. In other words, I'd start talking to walls.

I burst out the front door and snapped my fingers. I landed in front of Zeus, who was focusing intently on the clock in the center of the room.

"Lord Zeus?" I called lightly. He didn't answer. I tried again, "Lord Zeus?"

Once again he was silent, lost in the thoughts and deeps nests of brooding that filled his brain. Maybe that was why Athena was so smart, she had all of Zeus's thought in her knowledge. But she infact knew how to use them wisely, most of the time, usually she was just muttering to herself about random things.

They did him no good though, and he remained quiet. I didn't have time for that, and I tried the last resort word we only use when the situation was dire, which it was.

"Father?" I called a little louder than I had before, and he looked down on me.

"What brings you here Hermes?" His deep voice boomed around the room and bounced off of the high ceiling, almost making me wince.

"There's trouble?" I said nervously.

"What kind of trouble?"

"Um, well… you see…"

Hey it's me PoisonBones! This is just a little piece on Apollo to show just a little bit of his full rage and how our favorite messenger god reacts (Okay, I know what you're thinkin' 'He's the only messenger god' but I want to call him everyones favorite, so HA!) to his angry little outburst. P.S Please give a round of applause to my twin brother, because he helped me write this! Please read and review an tell me what you thought, I like it how about you? All I want to say for now so, GOODNIGHT!

-PoisonBones