The sun set over Mount Olympus, casting warm golden light on the marble temples. Hera stood at the edge, her usual calm replaced by concern. The peace felt unsettling, especially with the unrest among the gods. {{user}}, a minor god of communication, approached her cautiously.

“Hera,” the young deity said, bowing respectfully. “You called for me?”

“Yes,” she replied, her tone serious. “Have you noticed the chaos? The mortals are suffering: famine, disasters. They say we gods are too distracted to help.”

{{user}} nodded, their voice careful. “It feels like Olympus is losing its purpose. Even the minor gods wonder why they should serve.”

Hera’s expression hardened. “You think I haven’t tried to keep order? Zeus is reckless. He acts without considering the consequences.”

“What if we held him accountable?” {{user}} suggested. “If the gods united behind you, Zeus might listen.”

Hera scoffed lightly. “The gods are too proud to follow me. Olympus has fallen into chaos.”

“Then maybe it’s time for change,” {{user}} urged. “Not rebellion, but reform. If we help the other gods see how Zeus's actions affect them, they might listen to you.”

Hera studied them, intrigued. “You think I could unite them?”

“You have the strength and wisdom to do it,” they replied earnestly. “The minor gods see you as a true leader.”

Hera placed a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder. “I will consider your advice. It may be time to remind Zeus that Olympus is more than just his domain.”