Many centuries ago in the lands of forests lying just below Olympus, lived the animals created with such technicality by the gods. Each was given their own magnificent characteristics from the Olympians themselves. All were reflected with great honor. The trees they lived upon, deep shades of green creaking with each step of the small creatures hardly large enough to break the branches. Scents of pine, wet dirt, bark and herbs decaying filled the air creating a sense that could be recognized in an instant. Deeper within this land, living by the shallow waters, was a serpent known in many different lights. He always saw himself in the best light conceivable, but in the moment the gods who had created him saw the exact opposite. The serpent …show more content…
All she could think about was how foolish she was expecting answers from someone who was so biased. She quickly realized that no one but her had doubts, so she was the only one who could give herself answers. Poulí percched herself on the tallest tree she could find within a reasonable distance from the creek she first met Ophis at. I only took mere days to realized the stories she, and every other animal around her, was raised with were untrue. With this new information she rushed to somewhere far to attempt to contact a god. This task did not take long. Athena appeared in front of Poulí’s stunned eyes immediatly. As soon as Athena heard of the waste Ophis’ traits from the gods were being used for, she was infuriated. Athena rushed back to Olympus to inform the other gods who had taken any part in the creating of Ophis. Quickly all the Olympians knew of the great disgrace this animal they took such pride in had commited. Some were ready to punish Ophis for his actions immediatly, while others were unable to take in the information so quickly. No one was able to understand how this and all the false stories going around had flown directly over their …show more content…
In fact he did not notice the gods until Zeus decided to clear his throat after minutes of silence.
“Hello there dear Ophis,” Athena said with a more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “a little bird told us that you might have been lying to us, the gods, whom you should know not to cross.”
“Who in the world was this bird? Surely you don’t belive them, how could I ever lie to you all?” Ophis explained with a large grin on his face.
“That is what I thought for many days, but I began to think of all the impossible things you claim to do in those interesting stories of yours,” Hermes continued from Athena.
“Why, yes, maybe there are some things spreading about me that could be streching from the truth, but I assure you the outcome of every task you hear about me is completely true.” Ophis’ voice became more worried this time around as he just implied he was not completely honest to the gods.
“Cease with the lies Ophis! We know the real truth, and we are not here to get an apology from someone we now know not to trust,” Hera