Zeus Mistakes

It was not a normal day, like any other. The flowers were blooming, the sun shone, but something was happening, on the little, heavenly mountain, Mt. Olympus. It was just the start of dawn, when Zeus had woken up, to a happy mood. He was on the floating clouds, admiring the freshness of the Earth, the pureness of Mt. Olympus, and what could be wrong? No sight of the Olympians, and no grumbling clouds made Zeus smile the widest than ever.

And that was when God Quakes was born. The thirteenth son of Zeus.

“He looks adorable!” commented Apollo.

“WOW!” said Hercules. “I’m going to train him up for fighting,”

Zeus ended with a final sentence. “He will accomplish many achievements!” But nothing happened. Zeus expected him to smile, or nod, or

It started with Hercules.

“Alright Quakes! Let’s start with some punching skills! Punch this bag of the string. If you do, I’ll give you a scandabannana (A treat all gods used to enjoy),” instructed Hercules. Quakes started a punch, but the bag didn’t even move a bit.

“Come on! You can do it,” encouraged Perseus.

But still, nothing happened.

“Alright, I’ll give you a break,” said Hercules.

Then, the job came to Apollo.

“Okay, let’s begin with the main colors. This is red, this is blue, and this is Yellow. Now repeat!” said Apollo.

“Red, red, and red,” replied Quakes

“No! Red, blue, and yellow,” corrected Apollo.

“Red, red, and red,” answered Quakes “No! Red, blue, and yellow,” recorrected Apollo. “Red, red, and red,” confirmed

“Then what is the answer?” asked Quakes.

“Red, red, and red!” Quakes answered.

That was when Apollo threw fluorescent colored fireballs everywhere, messing up the embroidered tapestries, colorful paintings, and broke down the royal hallway.

After that instance, nobody volunteered to teach Quakes. They said that he couldn’t do anything, and was clueless about everything. He couldn’t fight, paint, decorate, or anything.

He was even commented as unlucky, since he was the 13th son. They proved it, too. For example, the year before he was born, Zeus had prevailed the war between the Olympians. But the next war, during Quake’s presence, they had lost as badly as a fight between a cat and a rat, which made the Olympians start to form a territory of their home, Mt. Olympus.

Thing’s weren’t getting that good or better. The Olympians were winning, Zeus was getting ill, and of course, the comments were going out of the box.

“Don’t trust him! He can’t do anything! Let Perseus send the errand!” said Hercules. There were no more flowers blooming, no more shining sun, and when Zeus was floating on the clouds, he would always see the rain, thunder, and lightning striking on Earth. On Mt. Olympus, there huge sign’s shown saying,”Olympian’s Mountain,” giving an ill feeling to