Entering what seems to be a ballroom, a sea of people talk with one another. The men are dressed in golden robes, while the women are dressed in robes that are both gold and white. From the looks of it, this was a meeting. My eyes soon land on Zeus, watching as he speaks with full authority to the people asking him questions. "I'm ready to go," I say loud enough to interrupt everyone who was engaged in a conversation. All eyes turn to me and they watch as I walk down a flight of white stairs. My face holds a glare, ugly enough to suck the life out of everyone who stared. My posture straightens the more my legs move closer, to Zeus.
Zeus stares at me with narrowed eyes. "You finally got yourself together." He states. "Good. It'll be good for you."
My eyes roll to the back of my head. "I'm
