Write A Narrative Essay About Hera's Last Forever

It was finally the day. The day that I had enough of this torment, and finally break free! That was it! Today, I’m going to challenge the almighty Zeus for control of the cosmos! After all, Hera had intended for me to be stronger than Zeus in the end. Wasn’t it? It was the entire reason I was created in the first place. When Hera ordered Gaia and Tartarus to create me. If only I could get back at Hera for making me this way… When I get my hands on her- A noisy clash against the metal bars that imprisoned me awoke me from my tender sleep. Somebody had dropped by for my daily meal. He stared at me through the narrow slit that was between the bars. A gaze only one would use on a monster. I hurriedly snapped up to the guard and nearly ripped

I chuckled, it was pretty easy to recklessly tear apart Zeus’s composure, and probably even more easy to rule the cosmos and finally never be insulted, or laughed at again. The conversation ended up in a battle, as was expected from two of the most fearsome gods.

Furthermore, at this point in my story, you would expect a fight scene of sorts, and graphic ‘roundhouse kicks’ or ‘donkey punches’, but Zeus would never spend even a single hour roughhousing with the likes of me nonetheless. It was in one of those situations where Zeus would run around, and try to think of a strategy to kill. But wait, this is Zeus we’re talking about here, he doesn’t even need to think. Continuing on with the story- Why wasn’t Zeus fighting back? I’ve been tirelessly connecting my limbs to his body for days, but he isn’t even being phased by them. All of a sudden, Zeus’s eyelids twitched, and I swear that his chest puffed up. I, being a creature of storms, created massive craters and magma in the ground, in some cases I almost fell in. Even Hades’ land was trembling because of my unending clamor and strife. As humiliating as it is, Zeus struck me down with a single lightning bolt the size of ten Pantheons. My back crashed down onto the cool, yet rough

A scorching flame suddenly shot up through the crack, enflaming the earth with a molten crest none could escape from. Tartarus, from whence I was cast from, I was suddenly cast back into. All I could see was an endless black void from where I used to be. I would’ve done anything to escape. I eventually climbed to the top, and out of Tartarus, as the rest of the earth resealed. Zeus eventually caught me in the act, and sent me in once more after a quick battle. This time, he put Mount Etna over the crack. If I ever did try to climb out, I would be trapped by the mountain for all eternity. Eventually, the gods returned to Olympus to live under Zeus and the rest of the Pantheon Leaders. Mount Etna also serves as my burial place, I suppose. It’s a bit weird nowadays that my powers are considered a natural disaster. Mount Etna is also called the Volcanic Island of Ischia. I’m responsible for the Volcanoes and Earthquakes. It’s my way of showing my rage every time I climb back up. News is, I’m apparently now called ‘The Enemy of