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"No, no, no…hm…..how about ;

The Bronze Age owns all

Light fills the sky, bright as ever

But will one day fall

How was that?" Apollo announced at a winter solstice meeting.

"How dare you predict the fall!" Zeus demanded. Apollo's eyes darkened, which was never heard of since he was a light carefree god. To see his blue eyes stormy frightened Zeus.

"I know all, see all, I am Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python but I forsee things hidden from the gods, and some forces older and more powerful have their rules restraining us seers. Just ask Phineas."

"That upstart! Almost as bad as Tantalus," Hera muttered. The gods and goddesses grumbled at the mention of Tantalus, the most despised mortal. But the sensible, Athena, Artemis, and surprisingly Aphrodite stood.

"Apollo, what do you speak of," Artemis asked.

Hestia, who was tending the hearth stood to full godly form.

"Artemis," She warned. "No one can change the future, even the gods."

"YES WE CAN! We are the all mighty, powerful," Zeus rambled.

"Oh shut it Zeus!" Hephaestus said. Ares sharpened his knife and started to get up.

"You need more cereal!"

"Oh quiet Demeter!"

"Mother!"

"Oh Hades…"

"Someone say my name?"

"QUIET!" Hestia stood to her full height, at 18 and stood towering over the Olympians. "The fall of the Age cannot be prevented but we can make it last and prosper." Apollo shrank back into his throne, wearing shades and turning up his iPod.

"Um…I'll tell you when I get something real important like the fall of the gods, okay?" Apollo said quietly.

"Yes, that would be well," said Hestia. "Now the issues of the Earth and finding Pan and the mortals." Hermes looked pained. Ares grinned as if sensing an incoming war. "We also have problems with the Romans. Octivian, who you all know-" Some grumbling. "-has been talking false prophecies." Everyone turned to Apollo, who unfortunately still. Artemis grabbed the sun glasses and all gods shielded their eyes.

A golden light enveloped the throne chamber. Apollo's eyes were brighter than anywhere else. In a flash, the light retracted into him. He was glowing gold, his body, but at a lower degree. And again, retreated until the light was gone.

His eyeballs were vibrating, pure gold. And again he came back to Earth, metaphorically speaking.

"Okay, the reign of Zeus will end in a few years," he said as casually as he could. He smiled but his eyebrows were furrowed so it looked forced and stiff.

The yell of Zeus echoed through Olympus. Irene came. Terror ensued.

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