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The Gods got tired. Being Gods was just to much. Immortality, thought to be a luxury, but they wanted freedom. So they created the seasons to keep the humans inline, but they didn't know what they were getting into.

The Seasons each took over the power of three gods upon their creation, which was millennia ago. Here upon lies that list:

Cheimónas (Winter) - Hades, Hermes, Ares

Ánoixi (Spring) - Aphrodite, Hera, Demeter

Kalokaíri (Summer) - Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon

Fthinóporo (Fall) - Hephaestus, Artemis, Athena

Gods (For Rem Because She Has No Brain):

Zeus - Sky, Lightning

Poseidon - Water

Hades - Underworld

Athena - Wit

Artemis - Moon, Huntress

Apollo - Sun, healing, Music (I know, its weird)

Demeter - Plants

Ares - War

Hermes - Messenger, Swindler

Hephaestus - Blacksmith, Makes stuff amazing

Hera - Marriage, Home

Aphrodite - Love, Beauty

In the recent years, the gods have been weak. And are getting weaker by the day. By the time they are ready to fade into peaceful oblivion, horror strikes. And the world is left with four inexperienced, insanely powerful, child-gods to save it. The best we can do is... pray.

Ánoixi sat on the plush, cloud floor of Olympus. Or, where she lived in it, at least. She was currently waiting for the other three to meet her in their common room for some special announcement the majors were making. She had been the first to arrive, because, as always, she was most excited to see what was going on. She was in a human appearance, legs tucked under her as she sat and played with her long, long hair. Her skin had a misty, shimmery tone that made her look like she was sparkling. Her eyes were a vivid, iridescent gray-green. Her hair was easily down to back of her knees in this form, cascading around her in swirls. As of right now, it was a light strawberry blonde, with intricate vines weaved into it. She was wearing a dress that, naturally, was made of oversized, exotic colored leaves. She was generally known as the 'prettiest' of the seasons, with her everchanging appearances and effortless grace. And yet, she never really seemed to use that fact to her benefit. She never really even thought it was true. She perked up and tossed her thoughts and braid aside when Kalokaíri walked in, his easy, laid back gait showing he could not have cared less about being here. He gave her a dazzling white smile, tossing his sunny (legitimately sunny- like it was MADE of sunlight), relatively short cut hair. He was tall and tan, an image of the perfect surfer boy, with his ocean blue eyes. He was in human attire, shorts and a tight T-Shirt on. Anoixi hopped up and grinned. "Back from another assignment?" She grinned. Kalo had always been known to need... extra lessons on morals. So, the gods often had him off in the human world. He gave a halfhearted shrug. K "Maybe."

Poro's thick, coily and bouncy hair was getting in her face a bit. It was black, shorter than her shoulders and messy, floating a little it seemed. She was skirting the edges of Olympus' walls in nicely fitted black cargo pants and a green silk shirt with spaghetti straps and short wavy sleeves over onto her biceps that were attached at the armpit rather than the spaghetti straps. She was staring out. Bow inhand, a band of leather on her right arm and the quiver on the same side. Walking quietly with ease, but not exactly purpose either. She turned back to the center of Olympus where all the people were, picking up a sprint and heading straight for it, her mental map was very pinpoint. She was mostly known for her intelligence and ease with the bow, or other weapons. She loved animals, though she had no hesitation for killing one. Usually. She came out of the wooded area, the sun warming her natural brown skin. She shook her hair out, checking if she had any burrs or something in it before walking out, a tombody-ish stature. She squared her shoulders as she walked around, wishing she had more missions, those were abhorrently fun but sometimes boring. Soon enough she was sitting out in the shade with a book.

Cheim was practicing. A broadsword in his left hand, then his right one as he switched back and fourth. Trained ambidexterity. He left a big dent in the wooden dummy despite the dull edge. He grinned, wiping that off to lean on the sword to pant, his dark red and blach-tie dye situation looking shirt draping forward. Granted he had been at it for a while. Being battle-ready was a priority for him, often the top of that 'class'. At least between the four of them. 'The Seasons.' A strange way to think of themselves. At least to him. He drew back, planting the dull sword in the ground and walking off. He came around the rocking bench in the shade of a large tree where the 'smartest' season was sitting. He came around the side and flipped the book in her face, a sneer on his face. C "Having a read?" She grumped at him and pulled the book back up with no reply.

Áno tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "You're never early to these things. How surprising." She blinked and turned around. "Where are Poro and Cheim? They should be here. Or, be here in..." She blinked at the sky. "2 minutes." Kalo popped onto the floor. K "Dont know, don't care. I just wanna get this over with." Áno looked quite offended. "Well, they said it would be very important and Zeus would NOT like it if they were late. You know what happened last time." She huffed, making little flowers come up out of the clouds, wrapping them around his wrist with her mind to hold him in place. Kalo gave her a look that said 'Oh, really?'. With that, her flowers shriveled and burned, making her yelp and scramble for the ash. She gave him a seething glare and cradled the ash in her palms, blowing it into the wind. Kalo merely shrugged. K "I do wish they would get here already. I tried to get a bet on with Poro about how fast you could annoy Cheim into leaving. I still don't know if she agreed." He tilted his head, looking up at the sky. K "She said a whole bunch of smart words and-" Ánoixi ignored his snarky comment and finished his sentence, the cynical side she had learned from Poro coming out. "You have the attention span of a rock, plus three braincells. Yeah." Kalo gave her a mock gasp. K"I will have you know it is FOUR braincells, thanks very much. You need to stop letting Poro rub off on you. Or maybe its Cheim. Either way, I preferred it when you didnt have the capability of snarky little comments." She looked tempted to throw him off the edge of Olympus for a moment, but settled for striding to the other side of the room.

Poro pushed back her hair out of her eyes, looking at her watch. Then abruptly stood up, a thumb in the book. P "Come on buddy," She said 'buddy' with a sneer, giving him attitude. "we have places to be." She shoved the swing backwards, giving Cheim a bit of trouble. C "Where?" He stood up, the swing banged him in the the legs. He fell forward onto his hands. Murmering an ow with a grunt, he stood up again, stumbling after the archer, quiver back over her shoulder, reading as she walked.

Quickly they barged into the room where the other seasons were, a minute late. She leaned the bow, quiver and book on the wall. P "Did we miss anything?" Her feminine but strong tone was easily heard, Cheim sat down in a chair nearby, his hands intwined over his stomach. Poro crossed her arms and stared at the summer and spring, her head tilted, her eyes narrowed.

Ánoixi grinned brightly at them both. "Just Kalo being an idiot. Something about a bet involving me and Cheim." Kalo's favorite joke was how Anoixi tried to make Cheimonas... happier. It was sort of her lifes goal. She shrugged. Kalo glared at her. K "That was supposed to be secret." She glared back, but her sweet temperament just made it look adorable when she snapped at him. "Why tell me then?" Kalo shrugged. K "I thought it would annoy you. But Cheim is much less lovable toward me, even though we are the best of buds." He hopped up and nudged Winter on the shoulder, winking at him. Áno blew out an angry huff and looked at Poro. "So, any idea what this special meeting is about?"

Poro grinned, her dark dimples and white smile obviously showing the closeness of the season's relationships. Her intense brown-red-orange eyes gleamed over the other three, obvious amusement from her and Kalo, Ano and Cheim didn't appear so. He was always moody it appeared, however the seasons did lighten his spirits, an even expression on his face as he glanced over the rest of them till Kalo's comment. C "Who says, peasants?" He faintly smirked. Sharp features, a nicked eyebrow, icy blue eyes and a prominant adams apple were the marks of Cheimonas. His mopped, curly and red hair waved off the top of his head, the sides in a minorly faded buzzcut. He glanced between them all at the asking of the question, putting a neutral expression on his face, slouched. P "Unless you're asking for theories, they kept this quite low down." She said in response to Ano's question, Cheim made some kind of noise in agreement. P "By the looks of it it may be a group mission?" Her head tilted, confusion and curiosity keeping her analytical.

Ano nodded. "'That's what I was thinking. But we've been on lots of group missions and they never built it up as much as this. They told us about this months ago. Annnnndddd they're also late, which is NOT comforting." Kalo was currently leaning heavily on Cheim's shoulder, as though testing how fast he could steal the one chair in the room. Ano tilted her head at the boys, a quizzical smile on her face. She was mainly watching Cheim. Again, he was sort of her project. Kalo looked ready to fake gag any second, so he hopped away from Cheim before he could get his ass kicked. K "I dunno, but I cut my VERY enjoyable mission off short for this, so it better be fast. And if I have to work with Cheim again, I am dragging him to Hawaii." He hummed what was supposed to be a Luau tune. Ano was ignoring him, as per usual, and still watching Cheim.

Poro tipped her head in a quick nod to the left, agreeing with how disconcerting their tardiness was. Chiem slowly turned his head to Kalo, staring at him with cleavers. Poro shook her head at them, a small smile covering her face. Cheim leaned over, despite Kalo's movement, and grabbed his shorts, yanking him closer. He grabbed his leg firmer and slipped him onto his back. A grin flashing on his face as he leaned back, sitting up and leaning on one of the armrests with a leg up. C "No you're not." He said, am almost sweet singing the sarcasm. Poro rolled her eyes. P "Anyway, I agree. They must have something big in mind."