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/ᴾʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ/
𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
"𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔"
Olympus was said to be many things but silent wasn't one of them. So no wonder water nymphs hid directly under the surface of crystal water or satyrs bushes each other behind marble columns. Every breath was a silent plea and just one movement could shatter the ice that butzed in the air.
Everyone present -gods, muses, nymphs - that we're currently preset in the heart of the vast celestial empire, looked intently at the Oracle in front of them.
Dressed in a pristine white robe and golden sash, was the young women that pledge to Apollo more than just beautiful. But whatever these green eyes of her would reveal, could be more of a problem than one would think.
Twelve huge thrones were occupied by the twelve gods, eaxh one different from the one next to them. Fishermen, roses, metal. Nothing that could compare to ordinary.
Olympus was on the largest mountain in Greece. And it was an incredible city. Constantly filled with laughter and music. Food and gold as far as one could see. Minor gods and goddesses. Dryads, nymps, everything except for demigods.
Never half mortals.
A hall made of gold and pure white stretched into eternity and a ceiling made of nyx fated stars as deep black as at night and decorated with a variety of costalations. Each planet shone and perfected the image of Olympus.
In future millennia, even more costalations would illuminate this ceiling and take the breath away from everyone who looked at them.
Not that many would be that lucky.
Hestia's heart in the center of the empire similar structure, eliminated a golden, ember glow, that smelled like home and danger while bathing the city with shades of plump violet and bloody scarlet.
the air was tense and the power immeasurable. Electricity seemed to spark in little bolts and the scent of old memories and forgotten history clung to prestige colour and burned wood.
It was a miracle that the whole building didn't blow up before the mighty gods.
Foolish gods. Terrified.
Even though Olympus was always loud, this time it was eerily quiet. The kind of silence that send shiver down a spine and let oxygen seem as a child's play that wasn't needed. It cling like a cloak of despair to naked skin and embedded into somes bones.
Winter solstice wasn't supposed to look like that. Wasn't supposed to feel like the end of a freedom never know and the beginning of an end always written in the stars.
