Hello again everyone! I'm glad to see a lot of you are enjoying this fic. Hopefully it's made you smile. Anyways, enjoy this next chapter. Sorry it's so short!
~CissaSo, after that stirring tale you're probably wondering how exactly we got out of our fathers stomach and took over Olympus. It's a funny story. See, our mother had had just about enough of my dad eating us all the time, as any good mother would. Anywho, when Zeus was born, she hid the lucky guy and gave a rock wrapped in a blanket for my father to eat instead. I know this since the stupid thing hit my on the head as my father swallowed it. From that moment I hated my brother, even though I hadn't even met him yet.
My father had never noticed that he hadn't eaten his son, so he didn't go looking for Zeus. The little baby brat lived the life of luxury with Gaia while he here stick in the pit of my father's stomach.
Now, this is where the story gets a little twisted. You see, Zeus would have it that he saved us all by tricking my father into drinking some potion that would release us and than banding us together to fight my father once and for all. Whatever anyone else may tell you, that is false. A myth. Not true!
What really happened what that Metis, a good friend of my mother's, hated seeing her so downtrodden and sad so she devised a plan. She tricked my father into drinking a potion that made him vomit us all out, starting with Hera and ending with Hestia. Hestia and me, being the oldest son and daughter in the family, immediately took charge and began to fight our father. Metis gave us advice and really helped us with our struggle.
Zeus didn't even join in the battle until we had basically won it all. He then came out of his hiding place and delivered the final blow that sent our father down to Tartarus thereby gaining all the glory for himself and leaving me and Hestia with nothing. Pretty stupid huh?