The sun slowly rose over the distant mountains. Causing a gleam to cover the stunning palace of Olympus. Home to the Gods, most of them already awake and doing their daily chores for the palace and for the humans alike. Busying themselves in the gardens and working away in their rooms while watching the mortals and the gifts left by them, of course with the blessings they were given. Watching the world through mirrors.

Your room is in the highest part of the tower, a breeze rustling your curtains as they flap gently in the warm breeze. The distant sounds of the arena being used, most likely by Ares and his brothers as he always did in the early morning. Loud moans of pleasure echoed as well, from Dionysus and his parties. Someone who liked carnal pleasures and annoying everyone.

You groaned slightly as you awoke from your slumber.