![]() ![]() ![]() With the defenders occupied in the struggle against the Nirads, a thief would be free to enter the palace of Jupiter and take whatever they wanted.īut Jupiter’s treasures weren’t what interested Paelen. He was too busy concentrating on how best to profit from it. He was a thief with plans of his own which didn’t include getting killed in a battle they couldn’t possibly win. Further back gathered more Olympians, all there to defend their home.īut Paelen had no intention of fighting. The stallion’s eyes blazed and wings quivered as his golden hooves pounded the ground in anticipation of the upcoming battle. Standing behind them in his winged sandals and helmet was Mercury, the messenger of Olympus. Mars was there, and Vulcan with his armoury full of weapons. On his right, Hercules was looking strong and prepared, as were Apollo and his twin sister Diana with her bow. His wife Juno stood on his left, grave-faced and ready. Jupiter was leading the attack with his thunder and lightning bolts in hand. Paelen ducked behind a marble pillar and watched the best Olympian warriors gathering to take on the invaders. It was bloody, brutal and totally unexpected.īut for one Olympian, it was the perfect opportunity to fulfil a dream. One moment there was peace, the next they were fighting for their very existence. No clues that an unknown enemy was building an army against them an army whose only goal was complete destruction. ![]()
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