Setting
Mount Olympus
It's been hundreds of years since the last war between the Gods and Titans. After being defeated by the Gods, the Titans went into hiding. As they began to plan their next move, the Gods continued their manhunt for them. They hoped that that recent war would be their last, but they knew that war was inevitable. There was never a time where the Titans didn't pose a threat. Now they began to resurface with a new objective, punish the Humans for their Gods actions. Once their plan was discovered, the Gods began to prepare for another war. Some of them left Olympus to live amongst the humans, to protect them from any threats. But will the Gods be able to protect the Humans?
It's been hundreds of years since the last war between the Gods and Titans. After being defeated by the Gods, the Titans went into hiding. As they began to plan their next move, the Gods continued their manhunt for them. They hoped that that recent war would be their last, but they knew that war was inevitable. There was never a time where the Titans didn't pose a threat. Now they began to resurface with a new objective, punish the Humans for their Gods actions. Once their plan was discovered, the Gods began to prepare for another war. Some of them left Olympus to live amongst the humans, to protect them from any threats. But will the Gods be able to protect the Humans?
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Clídohna [5] "the darkness is a dangerous path"
Nike [5] the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory
Tabitha Weslin [0] Demigod
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Clídohna's Point of View
It had been several hundred years since the First War. Everyone was at peace, and the Human world was protected by the Olympians. There were small issues every now and then, but nothing major. The Titans had went into hiding at being defeated during the war. Once in a while, they were able to track down one of them. For so long, they lived a peaceful life. There was little to no conflict. Over time, the Gods became a myth amongst the Humans. She rather enjoyed the absence of violence, she always preferred the more peaceful options. After all, it was her duty to create and maintain peace. During the war, it was difficult to do her job as the Goddess of Peace. The constant conflict amongst the Titans and Olympians. Now the peace was now under threat.
A few of the Demigods began to question the Olympians, and they acted out against them. Why now? They were at peace, something they fought so hard for. She did not understand why the Demigods were risking that. Despite her feelings about it, she needed to control the situation. Clídohna did not need to know their reasons. There was one thing that clear to her, they needed to be dealt with. However she went about the situation, she needed to be careful. Her actions could make the issue worst. If she could neutralize the threat peacefully, the others could finally be at ease. They were already aware of the issue, and everyone was beginning to worry.
Her fingers nervously tapped on the cold stone stairs of Mount Olympus. Clídohna was wearing her normal clothing, a golden dress that ran down to her feet. A golden headpiece resting upon her silky blonde hair, bengals wrapped around her arms, and a necklace hanging from her neck. The young woman let out a faint sigh, Zeus needed a plan. Although she seemed to be struggling with thinking of one. Jumping to her feet, she approached the edge of stairway. The staircase overlooked the Human world, it was the place she would visit while under stress.
Of course, she would attempt to speak with them first. But if that did not wok, they could be looking at the beginning of another war. Where they ready for another war? For a short moment, she closed her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, remembering they had been summoned by Zeus. It was time to discuss a plan, she only hoped that they could maintain the peace. Last thing she wanted was to be involved in another conflict. Once she had a moment to relax, she turned away from the view. Slowly making her way up the stairs, allowing her dress to drag behind her. Whatever the others decided, they would receive her full support. Whether she agreed with it did not matter, they needed to act soon.
Several Minutes Later
Clídohna took her place at the table, resting her arms by her side. As they awaited the arrivals of the other Olympians. The young woman began to think back, recalling the events of the First War. She was not ready to put her people through that again. It was a time of grief, pain, and lost. Her people were in agony, and it took them a while to find themselves again. Now she may have to ask them to go through that again. They would follow her to their deaths if they needed to. Despite them being loyal to her, she couldn't ask that of them. Not that she would have much of a choice. Her people would need to began training, and prepare for war. They would need to ready as soon as possible. Clídohna did not know how quickly things would escalate, but she wanted to be prepared. As she continued to think about the issue, she only grew more confused.
" Why are they doing this? ", " Will all the Demigods act out against us? ", " Is this the work of the Titans? " All types of questions began to run through her head. Sooner or later, all of their questions would be answered.
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n i k e
goddess of victory
dialogue - #6F4242
goddess of victory
dialogue - #6F4242
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Nike had been down in the human world amongst a celebration when news of the meeting reached her ears. The discontent among the demigods and the possible rebellion had not gone unnoticed by the victory goddess, but it had been pushed to the back of her mind as she danced, hand in hand, with the olive-skinned victor of the latest race in Greece. Obviously, that was not the best way to go about the situation, but the goddess found it difficult to think that there was another war brewing in the horizon so soon after the last one.
So much had been lost during dark days-- lives and hope, the two threads that held up human civilization, had appeared to be lost to the darkness brought upon by the Titans and the bloodshed. The events had fundamentally changed Nike and, after the victory, it had sent her into years of mourning. Now, she was back with the gods and humans and she was not ready to feel the searing pain once again.
She had taken the journey up the mountain by means of flight and her powerful wings broke through the crowds as she reached the top of Mount Olympus, bringing a surge of wind that wavered the light of the torches. Nike's feet touched the white stone of Olympus and she began walking down the corridor, her golden wings folding behind her and disappearing, leaving behind only the golden tattoo of wings across her back. The hem of the white toga she wore danced around her feet as she moved around the table to where her seat was waiting for her.
Dark eyes scanned the surface, seeing who had yet to arrive. Her heavy gaze stopped when they reached Clidohna, her expression serious as Nike noticed the goddess of peace deep in thought. Nike had not lived in Mount Olympus before the battle, rather living between the human world and the Underworld with her mother, so she had only come to know the goddess during the war. Her affiliations to the gods, however, was more distanced since she had kept away from them for so long, so really it was only a handful amongst this table that she really spoke to. But Nike understood the importance of victory and peace working together and if this was not a time in history where they needed to join forces, then she wasn't sure there would be any moment at all.
So much had been lost during dark days-- lives and hope, the two threads that held up human civilization, had appeared to be lost to the darkness brought upon by the Titans and the bloodshed. The events had fundamentally changed Nike and, after the victory, it had sent her into years of mourning. Now, she was back with the gods and humans and she was not ready to feel the searing pain once again.
She had taken the journey up the mountain by means of flight and her powerful wings broke through the crowds as she reached the top of Mount Olympus, bringing a surge of wind that wavered the light of the torches. Nike's feet touched the white stone of Olympus and she began walking down the corridor, her golden wings folding behind her and disappearing, leaving behind only the golden tattoo of wings across her back. The hem of the white toga she wore danced around her feet as she moved around the table to where her seat was waiting for her.
Dark eyes scanned the surface, seeing who had yet to arrive. Her heavy gaze stopped when they reached Clidohna, her expression serious as Nike noticed the goddess of peace deep in thought. Nike had not lived in Mount Olympus before the battle, rather living between the human world and the Underworld with her mother, so she had only come to know the goddess during the war. Her affiliations to the gods, however, was more distanced since she had kept away from them for so long, so really it was only a handful amongst this table that she really spoke to. But Nike understood the importance of victory and peace working together and if this was not a time in history where they needed to join forces, then she wasn't sure there would be any moment at all.
Clídohna's Point of View
This was something that everyone hoped to prevent, nobody wanted a another war. The horror and bloodshed was something that she could not easily forget. Everyone lost something or someone to the war. After the war, it constantly haunted her. Over time, she did not think of it as much as she used to. Mainly because she kept herself occupied in attempt to keep it off her mind. She looked down at the table, placing her hand upon her chin. The young woman remained silent, continuing to think to herself. Now was not the time to think about the past, she needed to think of their options.
There was one Demigod that she knew that would remain loyal, he would never act out against them. She knew Theseus personally, and he has proven his loyalty many times. He may have information that could answer everyone's questions. Although she would need to consider him as a threat like the other Demigods. They still did not know why they were acting this way. Once that figured out their motives, then she would contact Theseus. Until the time was right, she would keep this information to herself. Clídohna hoped that her friend would remain safe, and keep his distance from the others.
As time went on, more of the Olympians begin to arrive. Some of them she had not seen or interacted much with since the war. There were only a few that she had remained in contact with. These past several hundred years, Clídohna had kept to herself. She only really had contact with her people. There was not much of a reason for her to contact them. The one she spoke with the most was Zeus. He would presumably be the last one to arrive. Her attention began to move around the room, that was when another Olympian had arrived. It was Nike, the goddess of victory. The last time she had seen her was during the war, which was understandable. Everyone went their own way after the war, finally being able to enjoy true peace. Each one of them dealt with the victory differently, some celebrated and others mourned. Their victory had come with great costs, and now they may have to make similar sacrifices once more.
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goddess of victory
goddess of victory
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Nike sat in silence. Her eyes flickered over to Zeus's chair, the largest in the whole table, and she hoped that he would arrive soon. Or rather, she hoped that the other gods arrived in a timely manner so that Zeus would finally come. It had taken Nike more than two hours to arrive at Olympus, but that was because she had not left as soon as she had received the message. Nike had been right here in Greece, meaning that her flight had not taken long, but other gods had to travel from much more distant places. The goddess just hoped she hadn't underestimated the time it took the rest to get here. She didn't want to become impatient waiting.
Her fingers tapped against the white stone of the table, her mind flying back to today's game in order to keep her mind preoccupied. Her humans had been so happy, even those who had lost had something to celebrate, and she knew that those times would be over if war came. Humans were usually the last ones to have victory in situations like these.
Her fingers tapped against the white stone of the table, her mind flying back to today's game in order to keep her mind preoccupied. Her humans had been so happy, even those who had lost had something to celebrate, and she knew that those times would be over if war came. Humans were usually the last ones to have victory in situations like these.
Clídohna's Point of View
Nothing pained her more than the thought of war. The bloodshed, grieving families, battle cries echoing throughout the valley. Unfortunately for them, it was unavoidable at this point. They could not have seen coming, the demigods had been their allies in the First War. Before then, they never had any major conflicts or disputes with them. There was one reason they were doing this. For power, to kill the First Immortal Beings. This wouldn't be the first time a demigod tried to revolt against them. Now, they were looking at a full-scale attack. It wouldn't be only one demigod revolting, it would be a army of them with the Titans behind them. Part of her suspected the demigods were being manipulated by the Titans. Although, she didn't know enough to make that assumption.
Taking a deep breath, the goddess looked around observing the room. Making a head count of who had arrived so far. Everyone was there aside from Zeus, which meant he wasn't too far behind. It wasn't until then, she realized many of the Olympians were focused on her. During times of war, they went to her before making any decisions. Hoping that she could resolve the situation before it escalated. The only idea she had was something that many of them wouldn't approve of. If the demigods were seeking power, there was only way they could take them down. Offer something that interests them, something better than what the Titans promised. After this meeting, she needed to meet with their loyal demigods. They will join her for the meeting with Thedeon, leader of the rogue demigods. Resting her hand on her forehead, letting out a sigh.
That was when she heard it, the sound of lightning. Chilly winds were sent her way, her long blonde locks flew into her face. Zeus had arrived. Pushing her hair out of her face, Clídohna stood up from her seat. Looking up at their leader as he entered the room. Kneeling down on the ground, her knee resting against the cold stone floor. Her focus moving to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Zeus.
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