Story Write Compilations Volume I Stories 59

 A day in the life as an Olympian

 

Author's Note:

The picture says it all.

 

 

Olympus; a city on a floating island up among the clouds; where the Gods reside, twelve great Gods and Goddess worshiped by the ancients during the reign of early Greece. Here twelve Gods known as Olympians dwell although some of them do have their kingdom like Hades with the Underworld and Poseidon his vast oceans nevertheless they choose to grace themselves here when their world called not for them.

 

Here the Olympians lay open their true self as they feast on ambrosia and nectar while the Olympian of Music plays the muse for their pleasure. On occasion, the music could be accompanied by the sounds of flute from the offspring of Hermes, his son Pan.

 

"I wondered where is our fearless leader, Zeus? I have not seen him since Apollo chariot has run past the highest zenith point of the day today?" Dionysus, the Olympian of drinks and food was muttering to himself as he lies on the marble arch that acts as his bench to sleep. Among him at the hall were his fellow Olympians, Hermes the God of Travel and Trade, Athena the Goddess of Strategy and Wisdom, and the ever frowning and serious looks of an Olympian, Ares the God of War. There is one other who is not truly an Olympian but mixed with that of the mortals; Hercules displaying his masculine physique to the serving maidens. He is a slice of his father, Zeus in him as randy is to his second nature.

 

"Zeus? Oh, he is courting Mother on the third island off her in the garden of flowers." Athena points her spear in the general direction where the third island lays off ours to the right.

 

"What's he done now? Another bastard of his among those he sown his seeds. I am amazed that the creature has got more bolts there than on his hands." Hermes was commenting on his leader's promiscuity antics. "No offense to you, Hercs. You are an exception to the comment. I like your new looks though. Did it get it at my shops on Oxford Street? Told you I had the taste to be branded with their products. If it's your father, his would-be on those in the basement bookshops with brown paper wrapping."

 

"Yeah, the one with the length and guaranteed to satisfy." Athena was being sarcastic at her birth father as she was given birth from the head of Zeus. She has a personal dislike for him for that. "Hey, I am talking with true wisdom. I used it one before and all I got was a dead battery. It ran out before I even came."

 

"Blame not the tool but the carpenter." Those were the words of Hephaestus, God of Craft as he took his place with the Olympians. "So who is unlucky bastard now? Ares? Poseidon or Zeus?"

 

"Spare me your accusations, Hephaestus. Since you caught us, I have not lain with your wife. So name not me into this discussion. Ares was caught in an uncompromising position with the wife of Hephaestus; the Goddess Aphrodite. Hephaestus has caught the two in his net and dragged them to the hall to be viewed by all the Olympians.

 

"Spare the leader some comfort. He has us to govern as his leader, plus the Titans, and not forgetting the Primordial, then the deities and semi ones too. He needs some outlets at times. And what better ways than to seek it off Olympus." Dionysus was just trying to justify the action of the big man.

 

"Now I know why Zeus wanted the series of little islands that spiral down like from here to mortal's land. It looks faster than to wait for Apollo's Chariot. Yup, that one is a one-way trip per day, and it's a round trip around the world. " Hermes stood at the edge of the island looking down at the series of islands below. It does like spiral steps to the mortal land. Then he looked back at the long slab of stone that stood in the middle of the island like an elongated mushroom stalk. "I think I won't comment on that one."

 

"Anyone who wants to comment on that phallic design of granite should look to the Cyclops. They build it on Zeus' request. It's his idea of art, not mine." Hephaestus was quick to deny any reference to him of that hideous thing that stands upright on the island.

 

"I can agree. When you asked the Cyclops to do something, they got their eye on it for details but never on the overall feel of it. No wonder you don't see any females Cyclops anymore. They prefer to evolve than to be a stand-up comedian when commenting on the performance level of their lovers. Hail to their extinction soon." Goddess Athena could be intoxicated by the ambrosia or she just being wise to the fact known among the ladies gossips. She looked sheepishly at Hercules as he decided to take his game of chess with Ares to somewhere private. "There goes one more to the other side. Guess the best I can do is rely on my fantasy for the final countdown." She was soon counting her sheep wool beneath the wolf cover.

 

"Hermes, it's only the three of us left. Shall we also drink to our content and play our flute to some soothing notes?" Hermes looks to Dionysus. His thoughts were stamped on his expression; 'lest I tire myself in running than to be blown over by him.' Hermes took to his heels followed by his son on the heels with the goat limbs.

 

Hephaestus looked to his drunken friend and shake his head; "Pardon me, Dionysus. But Aphrodite has promised me a new tune to our love if I bring her my flute. I must be off with it or I would have no music to accompany it. " The God of Crafts leaves the drunken Olympian to his own.

 

Dionysus reached from under him, his latest acquisition; the clarinet. He beckons the serving maidens towards him. And he told them why he discarded the old flute. "This clarinet is longer and it plays more tunes. I could demonstrate to you but you must get in line as there are somethings in an immortal life that cannot be rushed lest it ends too fast before its time."

 

The music of the new instrument can be heard from the islands that spiral to the clouds on the city of Olympus. It's loud and screaming hot.