It was a stormy night on Olympus. The rain poured outside while Queen Metis was in the bedroom which she shared with Zeus. She was sitting on the edge of the bed perfectly still waiting for her husband to arrive.

Metis listened to the large droplets of water hitting the window. She thought of why her husband had made it rain on what should have been a good day. She then quickly knew why.

There had been a rumor the Metis was pregnant with his child, only it was not a rumor, it was true. She had found out days before. She knew that Zeus would be frightened of this because if she birthed a boy, he would surely over throw his father. She had known this long before the Fates.

If the goddess of wisdom had to guess, he had caught word of this and went to the Fates to know if it was true. At this moment he is probably plotting for a way to avoid this predicament.

Though not frightened, Metis still wondered of ways to escape this. She thought of very good plans, but as great as they were she knew better than anyone else that it was pointless to run away from Zeus. She accepted her fate, and whatever else to come for her and her baby.

The next moment the door behind her had suddenly opened. She grinned in her mind, without turning her head she knew it was her husband trembling inside. Only she could make him feel worry and pure fear. Only she could twist his world with unimaginable horror, enough to bring him to his knees. She had the power to kill Zeus; best thing was he knew it.

Though she hasn't, she knew that was the wrong choice. Many things will happen in the future, things that would influence the world for generations, but only if Zeus was alive. Another reason why she has accepted her fate, instead of fighting back. Metis turned her head and greeted him with a nod and a soft small smile.

"Good evening my king, where have you been?"

"Do not worry Metis, all is well."

He sat by her and smiled. "Would you like to play a game," he asked. She smiled and said yes, knowing full well that this was a trick that would only lead to her demise.

How the game worked was one person would say the name of an animal and the other would turn into it. After playing for about 45 minutes, it was Metis's turn to change form again. Suddenly, lighting flashed and thunder boomed through the sky. She looked to the window only to see rain so heavy you could see only about 2 feet away.

"A fly," Zeus said gaining back her attention.

Once she had turned into the form he had chosen she was gobbled up by Zeus, taken by surprise she blacked out. When she opened her eyes she was back in her godly form. In a haze, she stood up frightened and wide eyed.

She was on a vast grassy field; in the north she saw ridged mountains. When she looked to the sky it was covered in storm clouds that flashed every few seconds. She heard the thunder; it sounded like the growl of a mighty beast. The lighting flashed, and when it touched down on the ground it left sparks.

In the eyes of Metis, the land was almost magnificent. She sighed as she figured out where she was. She was in the mind of Zeus.