Hercules sat there, waiting patiently, looking around Olympus. His father, Zeus said he be right back, yet he still hadn’t come back, he let out a sigh, slumping down into a seat with grumble, as he started to play with his hair in bored-ness

Hercules was about to give up and go back down to Athens, before a figure rushed past him, carrying multiple things, from envelopes to flowers and weapons, she was mumbling to herself as she started to pace around here with her stack of random objects