Hera had had enough. She was already tempted to revolt when her idiot of a husband brought the boy to Olympus but now, as the pantheon shook, she called it quits.

What Zeus was thinking, she didn't know but what she did know was that her son's temple was meant to contain absurd amounts of godly energy. A goddess could go nuclear in there in peace and half the world wouldn't be destroyed. But the way the queen of Olympus was clinging to the gilded rails, her form barely settling with the violent tremors, she could only guess that the room had somehow failed. Or worse, destroyed.

Golden light seeped from her eyes as she let go of the railing, storming on light alone. Godlings, nymphs and demigods alike flew and clung for their lives. Hera thrust her hand out and the gilded dark mahogany doors flew open. Hera faltered as she took everything in.

The pillars glowed with harsh red Grecian words meant to contain power. As she watched the glow grew as the pillars buckled. Zeus himself stood almost directly in front of her, his arms raised as if to shield himself. He too looked like he would be blown away by the sheer enormity of what Jake had become.

Hera had known her husband was training him. A grueling program, no doubt but what she saw shocked her. She wasn't sure whether or not to fear or hate him.

It sounded like a literal storm within in the room. Thunder rolled. Lightning seemed to flicker consistently as he floated in the middle of the room. He looked at peace, his body relaxed except his hands which stayed taut and the artificial blue that filled his eyes.

Hera looked to her husband. Surely he was keeping him contained but the longer she stood there, the quicker she realized that Zeus was not doing this. Jake had somehow become the embodiment of the sky. Lightning. Thunder. Rain. Light. He radiated it all as if he were the god of the sky. As if he were the dome itself.

"Zeus!" She had no idea how he heard him but he whipped his head around. His expression whipped through confusion straight to panic as he realized that Olympus was in trouble and, more importantly, his wife was mad at him. "End this now."

He thrust his hand out and, instantly, a spear of blinding light appeared. The master bolt, weapon of the king, flickered blue and purple. Yet before he could do anything, the colours seemed to leak and gravitate towards the boy as if the weapon only responded to Jake.

CLANG!

Athena appeared next to Zeus, her robes flying in the wind. She aimed her spear and, with calmness that only those hollowed brown eyes could hold, threw. Her aim was true, the body of Jake, but the wind changed the trajectory so it targeted his face.

Then, slowly, Jake moved his head until he couldn't. But continued, the bones most probably shattered but the spear pierced only the air next to his head. Hera watched as it spiraled off the mountain, arching high in the sky.

A second passed. Another and Hera was thrown off her feet.