“HERMES! TELL ME WHAT YOU DID WITH MY SWORD!” I was filled with rage as I stormed through the entrance of the central palace. As all the other gods and goddesses rolled their eyes, Hermes looked up at me with a calm expression despite my obvious anger, This only made me want to punch him in the face that much more. Yes, Hermes may have freed me from that horrible prison the other gods called a mere jar, but when he made that fake, innocent look I could have cared less.
“Now Ares,” he said with a smile, “whatever do you mean? Why do you assume I have your sword?” “No! I do not merely assume Hermes! I KNOW!” I was boiling with pure rage. I knew he took it. He was the only one in this place stupid enough to do such an absurd thing! That idiot …show more content…
I ignored him and continued. “...IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME MY SWORD BACK THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER LIGHT OF DAY,” I shouted, shaking with anger and hatred. Hermes didn’t know what was coming for him. You never doubt the god of violence and war! Hermes’ eyes went wide. “Zeus,” he shrieked, “tell him he can’t do that!” Zeus simply looked over both me and Hermes with a slightly annoyed look.
“I don’t care what Ares does to you. You brought this upon yourself Hermes.” I heard Apollo snicker from across the table and I smirked at what I saw as a win on my part. Thank you Nike! I heard Hermes sigh as I walked out, the warm breeze greeting me like an old friend.
I strutted down the gleaming paths of Olympus, the trees rustling softly in the wind and an attitude of confidence pouring over me. As I passed Hephaestus’ workshop I heard the sound of metal on metal as he sweated and poured his heart out over his newest project. I was about to just walk past when an absolutely brilliant idea came to …show more content…
There is no way this plan can’t work.” That is what I thought to myself as I walked toward my half-brother’s workshop, a new sense of hope in my step.
“Hephaestus,” I shouted, “I need to ask a favor of you!”
I heard a groan come from somewhere in the back of the shop, the sound of a metal hammer being set down disturbing the somewhat silence. I smiled as the figure of the blacksmith and fire god appeared from an opening in the wall.
“Hephaestus! My favorite god!” Hephaestus rolled his eyes and looked at me.
“What do you want Ares? I have a lot to do,” he sighed. He looked tired, but I needed something of him and it was probably the most important thing in the universe in that very moment!
“Hephaestus, I need you to make me a sword. Hermes stole mine and I need a new one so I can get my other one back, but…,” Hephaestus raised his eyes and nodded, urging me to continue, “I was wondering if you can maybe spice it up a little. Add something extra to it.”
Hephaestus looked at me and I could practically see the gears turning in his head. I jumped when he spoke, disturbing the silence.
“What exactly do you want to be so special about this sword,” Hephaestus asked curiously. I looked at him, playing my cards carefully. If I didn’t convince Hephaestus to do this, I’d never get my sword
“Now Ares,” he said with a smile, “whatever do you mean? Why do you assume I have your sword?” “No! I do not merely assume Hermes! I KNOW!” I was boiling with pure rage. I knew he took it. He was the only one in this place stupid enough to do such an absurd thing! That idiot …show more content…
I ignored him and continued. “...IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME MY SWORD BACK THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER LIGHT OF DAY,” I shouted, shaking with anger and hatred. Hermes didn’t know what was coming for him. You never doubt the god of violence and war! Hermes’ eyes went wide. “Zeus,” he shrieked, “tell him he can’t do that!” Zeus simply looked over both me and Hermes with a slightly annoyed look.
“I don’t care what Ares does to you. You brought this upon yourself Hermes.” I heard Apollo snicker from across the table and I smirked at what I saw as a win on my part. Thank you Nike! I heard Hermes sigh as I walked out, the warm breeze greeting me like an old friend.
I strutted down the gleaming paths of Olympus, the trees rustling softly in the wind and an attitude of confidence pouring over me. As I passed Hephaestus’ workshop I heard the sound of metal on metal as he sweated and poured his heart out over his newest project. I was about to just walk past when an absolutely brilliant idea came to …show more content…
There is no way this plan can’t work.” That is what I thought to myself as I walked toward my half-brother’s workshop, a new sense of hope in my step.
“Hephaestus,” I shouted, “I need to ask a favor of you!”
I heard a groan come from somewhere in the back of the shop, the sound of a metal hammer being set down disturbing the somewhat silence. I smiled as the figure of the blacksmith and fire god appeared from an opening in the wall.
“Hephaestus! My favorite god!” Hephaestus rolled his eyes and looked at me.
“What do you want Ares? I have a lot to do,” he sighed. He looked tired, but I needed something of him and it was probably the most important thing in the universe in that very moment!
“Hephaestus, I need you to make me a sword. Hermes stole mine and I need a new one so I can get my other one back, but…,” Hephaestus raised his eyes and nodded, urging me to continue, “I was wondering if you can maybe spice it up a little. Add something extra to it.”
Hephaestus looked at me and I could practically see the gears turning in his head. I jumped when he spoke, disturbing the silence.
“What exactly do you want to be so special about this sword,” Hephaestus asked curiously. I looked at him, playing my cards carefully. If I didn’t convince Hephaestus to do this, I’d never get my sword