Zeus didn't know what to do next. He was one god who had five siblings who could barely walk. How was he supposed to overthrow his father? Rhea, who was currently in a joyful reunion with her sons and daughters, walked over to him and whispered, "Don't worry, dear, we will figure out a plan."

Once the group of gods arrived at unmapped Mount Olympus, as staying at Mount Ida would have been too risky, Zeus taught them all weapon skills. Thankfully, they all learned much more quickly than he had, except for Hera, who was more content to braid flowers into necklaces and collect shells by the shore. They soon gave up trying to teach her and continued to prepare for battle.

The war started without warning.

The group was in the middle of a training session when the sky suddenly grew dark. As the young gods looked up, startled, several giants flew out of the sky and attacked them.

"KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM! HYAAAAAAA!"

It took about a week to beat them back, and after that fight, the gods were all bruised and weary. As the months wore on and the battles progressed, Rhea looked at her sons and daughters with concern. She herself had never been trained to fight, so she couldn't help that way. A martial arts boot camp for gods in China (the group traveled all the way there, fighting off random mythological monsters along the way) had not helped so much with their battles, as the Titans mostly attacked long-distance. Then one day, as her children nursed their wounds, Rhea recalled Cronus talking about some Cyclopes he had imprisoned in Tartarus.

"Zeus!" The god looked up from trying to heal a wound on his arm. Rhea urgently explained everything to him, and Zeus slowly nodded.

"Okay, okay, where is Tartarus, anyways?"

After some digging around, Rhea found an old map of the underworld. Everyone gathered around it.

"The entrance to the underworld is right here," Rhea explained, pointing to a drawing of a cave. "Here are the plains of Asphodel, the fields of Elysium… and here is Tartarus. As I recall, your father locked them in the very deepest part, which is about… here," she said, pointing to the farthest side of the map. "It is a long and very dangerous journey, so I suggest we all go together-"

"No!" Zeus suddenly shouted, making everyone jump. "Its way too dangerous, we can't risk everyone getting killed. I'll go alone."

"Apparently freeing us from Cronus' stomach has done nothing for your ego!" Poseidon growled.

"Poseidon, this has nothing to do with egos now," Hades said in his soft almost-whisper voice. "We either win this war or we don't. Freeing the hundred-handed giants and the Cyclopes is our last hope. But brother," he said, turning to Zeus, "You can see on the map that Tartarus is far away, and the path is blocked by many bloodthirsty monsters. At least let Poseidon and me accompany you-"

Zeus shook his head. "No, you two stay here, defend our sisters and mother with those powers you just discovered. I'll go…"

He walked to the entrance of the cave, and turned around, pointing his sword at his brothers, who both tried to follow him.

"Don't any of you try to follow me, or I'll run this sword through you. Any of you."

He then left, and his siblings all stared in shock at the now-empty entrance.

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Author's note: I don't really know why I'm even updating this fanfiction anymore. No one reads it- or at least no one that I know of.

So if you really want me to update this, I need proof someone's actually looking at it. If you review, YOU WILL BE BLESSED BY THE GODZ.