Whatever temperature the damned idiot was trying to serve his revenge, she vowed that she would serve hers colder. How dare he send her a throne too beautiful to refuse and too cursed to escape???
She wriggled, she pushed, she pulled, she fumed but the chair seemed unwilling to obey anyone but its maker. And really, what was the big deal? All she had done was been honest with him and the world about his complete unsuitability to live on Olympus. And flung him from the mountain not long after birthing him. How in Tartarus did that make her the bad guy? He lived, didn't he??
Even so, there were traitors in her midst who whispered that this whole unpleasant business was just a dose of her own medicine, a bit of her own evil deeds coming back to haunt her.
But what good is it to be a goddess if you have to follow stupid moral conventions like a lowly mortal? No good at all!
She struggled against her restraints again and bellowed with a voice that could reduce cities to rubble, “Hephaestus, release me!!”
Today the prompts from Worldbuilding and Freewriters came together in my head in the form of this snippet from Greek mythology. If you're not familiar with the story it's pretty interesting, definitely worth a Google.
But anyway you can head on over here for the Freewrite details and prompt and if you'd like to try the Worldbuilding prompt, you can find that over here. Write one or both, separately or together. Hopefully cross posting will work for me this time…
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