Wellll~

She teleports behind him.

I mean, if it was as easy as just touching the strings.. then every Tom Dick and Harry would have them.

“Former?”

“I’ve moved up in the world. I’m the new goddess of people doing stupid shit and getting hurt on video.”

“Oh. How’s that going?”

I am OBSESSED with the answers, they have a whole variety of Gods???

Zeus. You’ll find him during a night before something important. He’s static in the air as you wait, or maybe that’s just your excitement. You’ll see him in the strangers running through the rain barefoot in their jeans and cardigan and books held against their chest. Where were they going? You don’t know but it seemed important to them.

Hermès. You find him in that one room with the map that no one knows where it came from. There are pins on it. Who put it up? What are the pins for? You don’t know but you add one every once in awhile to confuse people. You’ll see him in the smile of a senior who passes down the infamous prank book, in which over the years has been marked out and written over with better tactics. He’s in the hands of the students who take their least favorite professors chalk and other writing materials. Do you find yourself stuffing sugar packets from your local coffee shop in your pockets? That’s him. And he’s the feeling when you empty out your pockets at the end of that day and “how do I end up with all this in my pockets”

Hecate. She’s the feeling after you’ve been passionately talking about that random plant knowledge (“so if you ever see a purple mushroom I suggest to not eat it immediately”). She’s there when you swear there’s a ghost around your favorite museum. Not a melancholy ghost but a god awful one. you can see her in the group of students who are convinced their favorite teacher is a shapeshifter. She’s the only teacher they’ll actually listen to.

Hades. You’ll find him in the person who looks like they belong in a gang just to find out they have a Chihuahua named Harold and each Sunday they take flowers to their mother. He’s the feeling when you are unlocking your door, hands shaking from the cold but you turn around and wish the moon goodnight anyway. You’ll find him in the kid who constantly has messy hair, his head in a book (the genre changes every week), he ends up having the best most cheesy dad jokes and always a sucker in his mouth.

Ares. Your teacher is absolutely frustrating, You hate them, You’ll learn any subject except that one and they’ll know it. You’ll do anything in your power to get this teacher out of their job because they’re horrible. You love the subject in which the class is about but you’re standing up against everything the teachers done. Because you’ll learn it the right way. That’s him. He’s that feeling. He’s the feeling of smugness you get when you prove someone else wrong. He’s in the kid that’s angry the library got rid of his favorite book (“it’s too violent my ass. It can’t be a banned book! I’ll find it somewhere else”).

Atë. She’s the feeling you get after you successfully convinced your teacher that you already gave them the homework and that they just lost it (you sneaky bastards). She’s the look in the students eye when she shows up with dyed hair or new piercing and gets sent to the office immediately (“why do my looks change the way I learn or the fact that I love to learn? It doesn’t”).

Ceto. You’ll find her in the upper classmates who pull a prank on all the first years but immediately after they take them under their wings and show them the ropes (and pass on the prank legacy.). You’ll see her in the stranger who refuses to leave the park even though it’s about to start storming because they haven’t finished their landscape drawing yet and the love to be in storms anyway.

And last but not least Hephaestus. He’s in the kids who you’ll find molding clay constantly. They’ll pull out a round ball of kids clay from their slacks in class and by the end of it have the perfect sculpture of the kid in the row in front of them. He’s in the kids who beat all odds and are achieving their dreams even though their parents said it was impossible or stupid. He’s in the kids who won’t give up no matter who’s against them and in the end they will achieve what they want in life.

Greek Goddess of Chaos...imagine the, well, chaos, lol!!

The fall was long.

Atë wasn’t sure how long.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

Time went by so fast when she was falling. Her screaming had ceased at this point. So she let her body fall toward the ground.

The impact was what almost hurt the most. The landing wasn’t pleasant and it knocked the wind out of her. If she were mortal, every single bone would be broken in her body. But she wasn’t. She was a goddess. That she knew because she could already feel her body begin to heal.

Her body was hurt, but nowhere near as much as her heart. He was her father. Zeus was her father and he banished her. For what? Eternity? She wouldn’t be surprised. He was so cruel like that, that god was a worse monster than the creatures hidden in the deepest depths of Tartarus.

She could feel her eyes begin to burn, but she didn’t dare cry. She was a goddess and she’d be damned if she cried just because her father grabbed her golden curls and tossed her from Mount Olympus, banishing her to a dreadful place called earth. Atë would prefer to at least be in the Underworld with her favorite uncle.

But no.

Surrounded by pathetic mortals for eternity because of one. Stupid. Trick.

Atë was not going to cry. She wouldn’t dare give Zeus that satisfaction because she could feel him staring down at her, his gaze cold and challenging judging by the stormy clouds above her body.

Once she began to feel her limbs again, she started moving. Slow and steady as she stood up, something bubbling in the center of her chest.

Laughter.

And so she began laughing.

The hysterical laughter spilled from her lips, throwing her head back as she cackled and she could quite literally feel her father squirming in discomfort ok his throne.

Too mischievous. Too ruinous.

That’s what was she was.

If Zeus claimed she was trouble, Atë will give him trouble.

She will make this mortal realm her bitch.

And she would do everything she could to show the human world just how horrible her father truly is all while wreaking havoc on them.

So the goddess of mischief walked away, still laughing as she plotted how to make her father regret banishing her down there.