Athena
Somewhere in Greece
Dear Diary,
Finding the place, which the new Amazons once called home, was the easiest part. I had obtained the information about their homestead from the Amazon once-princess, and Artemis, as the best tracker, that she is, led us perfectly to the place.
But the problem was to track down where they went afterward. They certainly were not the best at covering their tracks, but I would not be able to find them on my own. Luckily I was with Artemis and she knew exactly where to look for the minuscule clues, that were still left, even months after the Amazons left their home.
Yet the amount of time it took to follow their tangled tracks, which were all over the place, was quite a bit longer than I initially thought it would be. Artemis even noted that the Amazons either did not know where they were going or were going in circles on purpose.
Nonetheless, Artemis, while carrying my ridiculous tiny form on her shoulder, finally said that we were getting closer!
It is soon going to be over!
Eris
Island of Lesbos
The life was good for her on the island of Lesbos, really. Probably the best decision she ever made. But who would have thought that Heph was to ever betray the Olympus? However, in hindsight, it was not that surprising at all, given how badly everyone was treating him, herself included, even if not directly.
Despite that, he still offered her a place to stay, even if they ended up on Lesbos, by more or less an accident. Things have worked out quite well in the end.
The island of Lesbos, was a rich place, with a bustling trade, and good entertainment and most people here were not worshiping any of the Olympians actively. Definitely not to the point that she or Heph would get busted. The rising cult of Arachne might become an ire in the eyes of the Olympians, but she did not expect it to take any significant effect at least for the next few decades. Fringe cults had no easy time attracting the attention of believers.
And even being forced to take the form of a kid, as a kind of disguise, worked ultimately to her advantage. The discord she was able to see into the population of the island of Lesbos this way, was quite tasty. Yes, there were no jealous lovers, or blood feuds between families, but having to work in such limited resources and environment, not being able to use her full powers, as in to keep herself disguised, made her strangely more satisfied with her job, than other times, she drove whole kingdoms into the civil wars.
As a bonus, she was also making a lot of profit from the different merchants she intervened with. One could never have enough money. She even got praised by Cynane for her money-making schemes. Apparently, that was an aspect of their idol of worship, Arachne, and now some truly believed her to be this lady's offspring. Well, she would argue about that.
And today, it was a great day to make such deals as the city was bustling more than usual, perhaps a holiday, or as she looked at the harbor, some important people had arrived. Well, she certainly could not leave such an opportunity to be, could she?
But first, she decided to scout the situation, she could not approach rich people unprepared. Therefore she followed them where they went. And to her surprise, they headed right to the local cultist headquarters. That would make her approach far easier.
Without delay, the leading figure of the guest party strode confidently into the meeting place, some of the cultists making a space for him, as he strode forward. Now looking at him, he looked dressed for the occasion, so he must have been a member, although she had never seen him before.
"Lady Cynane," said the confidant man, not worrying about bowing down.
"Weaver, I am glad you were able to arrive at such short notice," said the woman in red Ampechone.
"Of course, I serve our lady to the best of my abilities," the man said.
"Of course," answered Cynane.
"And since I'm the highest positioned member of the cult, after you, Lady Cynane, I should take on the role of the High Weaver, easing your worldly responsibilities, so that you may come with Lady Arachne more," said the man, not even hiding his greedy ambition.
That would not end well, she learned from the months she spent here, that Cynane suffered no fools. And she herself was no fool and felt that whatever boon left this Arachne to Cynane, was powerful enough to pose a danger to the Olympian. What could such a human even hope for?
"Interesting, but shouldn't you be more concerned about the well-being of our Lady's child you decided to play a father role for, before demanding a higher position? Lady Arachne would have been highly disappointed with you," said Cynane
"And what could you possibly know about what Lady Arachne might think?" said the man puffing his chest.
She saw Cynane take a measured step toward the man and then the red Ampechone moved swiftly like a viper, striking the arrogant man, and shredding him to tiny pieces. The screams started only a few seconds after the act, and even those were quickly silenced.
"Everything," said the leader of the cult to the dead silent room.
But at that point she was already on her way, moving towards the place where her brother was working on his things. He needed to know, in what sort of danger they were. Not out of familial loyalty, but rather because she needed someone who could help her, and probably himself, should the things go south for them.
"Heph!" she said to the human child-looking Olympian.
"Heph, are you listening?" she urged.
"Eris? What do you want," he turned towards her after removing things covering his ears.
"The red Ampechone, Cynane wears, it acted like Golden Fleece," she said, recalling memories she would have rather forgotten.
"Are you pranking me, Eris? There is no way it acts like a Golden Fleece," said her brother, not believing her.
Unsurprising, there were still some things from the past, that made him suspicious of her.
"It does... I swear on my own shiny core," she said, hoping to convince Hephaestus with her once-in-lifetime sincerity.
"Let's say I believe you... How exactly do YOU know what Golden Fleece does?" he asked.
"..."
"Well, Eris?"
"I saw it to maul Nike,"
"And you did not help her?"
"I needed a bargain chip for a primordial, in order to help Ares,"
"Primordial? Aren't they all dead?"
"Not this one,"
Medea
The city of Troy
For some time now strange things have been appearing in the city, her teacher chose as residence. Not only in a manner that people were behaving somewhat strangely, but also actual THINGS started to appear. At first not even her teacher knew what they were, given the impossible shapes those Things possessed.
A standing hypothesis for their origin was that the Olympians were attempting to confuse them, for some reason. Likely that they would use that confusion to strike. After all, her teacher was stronger than those pesky gods.
And her teacher did not complain, as she ate every single Thing that came too close. Apparently, they were not exactly tasty and left her teacher unsatisfied. She suggested that perhaps Olympians are trying to get her teacher frustrated instead of confused.
Her teacher agreed that that might be the case and actually proposed that, should this last too long, they would leave the city, as the Olympians were not attempting to avenge the one she ate.
The false gods must be scared of her teacher, she thought.
Xemha
One true god's realm
His creations were making themselves useful, spreading the Word far and wide. Only if they were not bringing him such weird things. Yes, he ordered them to bring him the most charismatic individuals of each pantheon, so that he could use their bodies to appear to different humans, of different beliefs, to consolidate his power once and for all. But some of those puppets were just...
Still, humans were as incomprehensible as ever to him, but if they respected such icons, then so be it. All that mattered was that humans worshipped him as one true god.