Olympus roared with voices.
In the golden hall of the gods, the debate raged like a storm.
Zeus sat upon his throne, thunder rumbling in his clenched fists, while Poseidon loomed at his side, trident in hand, the seas around Olympus surging in sympathy with his temper.
Below them stood Thetis, radiant yet pale, her wrists bound in glowing chains of divine law.
She said nothing, her eyes lowered, lips pressed tightly together, but the silence around her only fed the fury of the gods who debated her fate.
Athena was the first to rise, her gray eyes blazing.
"Father, Uncle, do you not see the folly of this? To shackle Thetis unjustly will not only stain Olympus with tyranny, it will bring the wrath of Oceanus. He is not one to forgive insults lightly, and Thetis is his beloved granddaughter. Are you so ready to invite war upon us?"
Poseidon slammed his trident against the marble floor, sending cracks racing like lightning.
