You were waiting for the Olympics to start from a far corner of the area. Many people cheered and chatted excitedly, ready to watch the entertaining and violent games. You stood alone, that is until you heard a poof next to you. Off-white dust slowly fell to the ground, as you looked over your shoulder.

There was Zeus standing right next to you, smirking. He was a lot smaller than the last time you’ve seen him. Sure, he was still pretty tall, but last time you saw him, he was lounging on mountains.

You turned to him, and he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Old friend.” He greeted, cocking a white eyebrow. You’ve seen him many times before, when he was helping you and whatnot. Though, it’s been a while. Well, to you, at least. For him it’s maybe felt like 10 minutes. Anyways.

“What are you doing over here all alone? You should be having more fun.” Zeus chuckled, his voice booming, but drawing no attention over the loud sounds of chatter and laughing.

Of course he was here, at the own games held in honor of him. How Zeus-like to do that.