SCENE #1

From his throne high on Mount Olympus, Zeus, the king of the gods, gazes down at
the mortal world. Observing the lives of humans, their victories, their struggles, and
their prayers. Today, something has unsettled the great god. A storm brews on the
horizon, and his grip tightens around his scepter. With a wave of his hand, the skies
respond—darkening ominously as he senses disturbance below.

His voice echoes through the heavenly halls.

Zeus: (booming) "Athena! My daughter! Bring me my thunderbolt!"

(Athena, in shining armor, appears before Zeus.)

Athena: "Father, here is your weapon. What troubles the great king of the gods?"

(Zeus accepts the thunderbolt, but his gaze is fixed on his daughter. A lingering
question gnaws at him.)

Zeus: "Athena, tell me... what did you do to the mortal, Medusa?"

(Athena stiffens slightly, her expression unyielding, but a flicker of something—

regret, perhaps—crosses her face. She takes a breath before speaking.)

Athena: "Father, I found Medusa and Poseidon... in my temple. They were together,
intimately—an offense, as Medusa had sworn her virginity to me. She pledged herself
to my worship, and yet, she allowed this violation of my sacred space. Her
punishment was deserved."

(Zeus narrows his eyes, sensing there is more to the story than Athena is telling.)

Zeus: "Poseidon? You speak of my brother, the god of the sea? Summon him to me at
once!"

(The sky rumbles, and moments later, Poseidon emerges from the sea foam, his
trident in hand, a mischievous smirk on his face. He does not bow before Zeus, but
stands tall, his arrogance plain to see.)

Zeus: (sternly) "Poseidon, what is this I hear of you and the mortal Medusa? Did you
take her for your own? Have you formed some bond with her?"

(Poseidon laughs, his deep voice echoing through the halls of Olympus.)

Poseidon: "A bond? Hardly, brother. There was no love, no bond—just a moment of
conquest. I took her because I wanted her. Medusa’s beauty was known to all who
laid eyes upon her. Even the locals came to Athena’s temple not to worship, but to
glimpse her. I saw her, and I acted on my desire. I chose Athena’s temple
deliberately... to provoke her."
(Athena's face tightens with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. Zeus watches both
of them in silence, piecing together the truth.)

Zeus: "So, you admit that your act was not one of affection, but one of spite and lust."

Poseidon: "Exactly, brother. It was sport, nothing more."

(Zeus shifts his gaze to Athena, his expression unreadable.)

Zeus: "Athena, you cursed Medusa not because she betrayed you with Poseidon... but
because of something else, didn't you?"

(Athena blinks, taken aback. For the first time, there is hesitation in her voice.)

Athena: "Father, I—"

Zeus: "Do not deny it. You were jealous of her beauty, of the attention she received.
She became a rival to you in the eyes of mortals, and that is why you transformed her
into a monster. Not just for her broken vow, but because you could not stand to see
her admired."

(Athena’s silence speaks louder than any words. Her pride is wounded, and the truth
settles heavily between them.)

Zeus: (firmly) "You have acted in haste, driven by your own envy. You are a goddess
of wisdom, and yet you allowed your heart to be swayed by something as base as
jealousy."

(Athena lowers her head, her voice now quiet, burdened by the weight of her father's
judgment.)

Athena: "I acted rashly... and for that, I must accept responsibility."

Zeus: "And you will. But know this—your actions have consequences not only for
Medusa but for all who seek justice and fairness under your protection. Learn from
this, Athena. You are a goddess, not a petty mortal."

SCENE#2

After a tumultuous encounter with Athena and Poseidon, Zeus, the king of the gods,
finds no peace. The air in Olympus is heavy with tension, not just between siblings
and rivals, but also between Zeus and his queen, Hera. His marriage to the goddess of
women and marriage has always been a complicated dance of power, jealousy, and
betrayal. And today, Hera's ire burns brighter than ever.

Zeus, his brow furrowed with frustration, marches through the grand halls of Olympus
to seek out his wife, intent on addressing yet another of their eternal grievances.
(Hera stands at the edge of a balcony overlooking the mortal world, her gaze distant
and cold. Zeus approaches with thunderous steps, his presence commanding as the
sky rumbles with his emotions.)

Zeus: (sternly) "Hera, how long will you harbor this grudge? It is time we speak of
this—Apollo and Artemis are our children now, divine and powerful, worthy of
Olympus!"

(Hera turns slowly, her face a mask of barely concealed fury. Her voice is sharp,
cutting through the tension like a blade.)

Hera: "Our children? They are your children, Zeus! Born of that wretched Leto, the
woman you defiled! You dared to turn them into gods and bring them here, under my
roof, without a word to me!"

Zeus: (angrily) "And what choice did I have? You cursed Leto! You condemned her
to wander the earth, forbidden from giving birth on any solid ground or island. Did
you expect me to watch in silence as she suffered?"

(Hera's eyes flash with indignation, her hands trembling with barely controlled rage.)

Hera: "I cursed her because she carried your children! Another betrayal, another
insult! You forget, Zeus, how many times I have been shamed by your affairs. Leto’s
suffering was my justice!"

Zeus: "Justice? Hera, this endless cycle of vengeance serves no one but your pride.
Apollo and Artemis are innocent in this. They have earned their place as gods—
Apollo, the god of the sun and prophecy, and Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and the
moon. They are our children now, whether you accept them or not."

(Hera's lips press into a thin line, her rage simmering beneath the surface. Without
another word, she turns her back on Zeus and begins to walk away.)

Hera: (coldly) "You have made your choice, Zeus. And I have made mine."

(She storms off, her robes flowing like dark clouds behind her, leaving Zeus standing
alone, frustrated and defeated.)

(As Hera walks through the gardens of Olympus, still fuming from her confrontation
with Zeus, she accidentally crosses paths with Apollo and Artemis, the divine twins.
They stand tall and radiant, but as soon as Hera sees them, her expression hardens.
She glares at them, her displeasure palpable, and walks past without a word, offering
nothing but cold silence.)

(Apollo watches her go, his golden eyes narrowing with curiosity. Artemis, too, feels
the sting of Hera’s disdain but says nothing. They exchange a glance before heading
toward their father’s palace.)
(Zeus sits on his grand throne when Apollo and Artemis enter. He gestures for them to
come closer, his usual sternness softened by a rare tenderness for his divine
offspring.)

Zeus: (sighing) "My children, I apologize for what you have just seen. Hera... she is
troubled, but it is not your burden to bear."

(Apollo, always perceptive, senses the lingering tension and steps forward with
confidence.)

Apollo: "Father, we are not so fragile as to be troubled by Hera’s anger. We

understand her nature. But if you are at war with her, then what does that mean for
us?"

(Zeus waves a hand, dismissing the thought.)

Zeus: "Do not concern yourselves with such matters. You both have proven
yourselves as gods. Hera will come to accept this in time."

(Artemis, tired from her recent hunt, steps forward, her voice calm yet weary.)

Artemis: "If you’ll excuse me, Father, I wish to rest."

Zeus: (nodding) "Of course, Artemis. Rest well."

(As Zeus excuses himself, leaving the twins behind, Apollo turns to his sister, his
expression growing serious.)

(Artemis moves to leave when Apollo steps in front of her, stopping her. His face is
stern, a reflection of concern and frustration.)

Apollo: (firmly) "Sister, wait. There is something we must speak of."

(Artemis raises an eyebrow, her fatigue momentarily forgotten.)

Artemis: "What troubles you, Apollo?"

Apollo: (hesitant at first, but then his voice hardens) "I saw you, Artemis. I saw you
with Orion."

(Artemis tenses at the mention of Orion, the man she had grown fond of. Her eyes
flash, but she says nothing, waiting for her brother to continue.)

Apollo: "I do not approve. Orion is a mortal, and worse, a reckless one. He is not fit
for you."

(Artemis crosses her arms, her voice cold.)

Artemis: "And who are you to decide what is fit for me, brother? I have chosen Orion
because I see something in him—something more than the hunt."
(Apollo’s eyes narrow, his protective nature flaring.)

Apollo: "He is dangerous, Artemis. He will bring you nothing but pain. I cannot stand
by and watch you fall for him. You know what mortals are like. They are fleeting,
impulsive. He is no good for you."

(Artemis looks away, conflicted. Her heart tells her one thing, but her brother’s
warning weighs heavily on her.)

Artemis: (quietly) "I will not meet him again, Apollo. But do not think you can
control my heart forever."

(Apollo relaxes, though a shadow of doubt lingers in his expression.)

Apollo: "I only wish to protect you. We have both seen too much of what love can
do."

(Artemis nods, though the unspoken tension between them remains. The two turn in
silence, walking away to find rest, but their bond—unbreakable though it may be—
now bears the weight of unspoken desires and forbidden loves.)

SCENE #3

The next day, as Zeus, the king of the gods, gazes down from his throne, he sees more
and more mortals perishing. Hunger, drought, and harsh weather have plagued the
Earth, and Zeus knows that this suffering is not a mere whim of fate. A deep sorrow
lies beneath the land’s blight, and he knows whom he must face to uncover the cause.

He calls forth Hermes, the swift messenger of the gods.

(Zeus stands, his voice powerful and commanding as it echoes through the grand halls
of Olympus.)

Zeus: (firmly) "Hermes, come to me!"

(A flash of light, and Hermes appears, his winged sandals barely touching the floor as
he bows before Zeus.)

Hermes: "At your service, Father of Gods and Men."

Zeus: (seriously) "Go to Demeter, goddess of the harvest, and deliver this message: I,
Zeus, have questions for her that cannot wait. Bring her to me swiftly."

(Hermes nods and, in a blur of motion, vanishes from Olympus, racing across the
lands and skies to find Demeter. Zeus waits, his gaze heavy as he watches the
suffering below.)

(A few moments later, Hermes returns with Demeter by his side. She is clothed in the
colors of the Earth—green and gold—but her face is drawn with sorrow. Zeus notices
her sadness immediately, sensing a deep pain within her.)
Zeus: (softly) "Demeter, sister, what has brought you such sorrow? The land withers
under your grief, and mortals suffer. Tell me, what has happened?"

(Demeter lifts her tear-filled eyes to meet Zeus’s gaze. Her voice trembles with grief.)

Demeter: "My daughter... my sweet Persephone... she is missing, taken from me!
Hades, god of the underworld, has stolen her away into the darkness. My heart is
shattered, Zeus. Without her, the Earth itself reflects my sorrow."

(Zeus’s expression hardens. He rises from his throne, knowing what must be done.)

Zeus: (commanding) "Hermes! Summon Hades to Olympus at once. Bring

Persephone with him."

(Hermes, ever quick, departs once more, this time descending into the shadowy
depths of the Underworld to fulfill Zeus’s command.)

(Hermes soon returns, accompanied by the dark figure of Hades and the radiant
Persephone. The contrast between them is stark—Hades, with his pale skin and cold
demeanor, and Persephone, whose beauty shines even in the darkness of her captivity.
Demeter’s eyes fill with joy at the sight of her daughter.)

Demeter: (rising with joy) "Persephone! My daughter!"

(Persephone steps forward, her face conflicted. Though she longs to run to her
mother, the presence of Hades behind her looms like a shadow.)

Zeus: (addressing Hades) "Hades, what is the meaning of this? Why have you taken
Persephone without the consent of her mother?"

(Hades steps forward, his cold voice filled with a twisted admiration.)

Hades: "Zeus, brother, I have taken Persephone because I love her. She is the queen
of my realm now, a fitting ruler of the Underworld by my side. But I know this
separation grieves Demeter, and for that, I am willing to strike a bargain."

(Demeter’s eyes flash with hope as she steps forward.)

Demeter: "A bargain? What bargain could possibly make up for the loss of my
daughter?"

(Hades smirks slightly, holding out a single pomegranate—its crimson seeds

gleaming like drops of blood. He looks at Persephone, his voice soft and yet binding.)

Hades: "Persephone has eaten the pomegranate. By the ancient laws, anyone who
eats food from the Underworld is bound to it. But I am not so cruel as to keep her
forever."

(Demeter gasps, her hope wavering.)

Hades: "I will agree to let Persephone return to the surface world and reunite with her
mother—but only for part of the year. For the other part, she must return to my realm
as queen."

(Persephone looks at the pomegranate in her hand, realizing the weight of what has
been done. Her voice is quiet but resolute.)

Persephone: (softly) "I... have eaten the seeds, Mother. I am bound."

(Demeter’s face falls, but she steps forward, desperate.)

Demeter: "How long, Hades? How long must she stay with you?"

Hades: (with satisfaction) "For every seed she ate, a season. Persephone shall spend
half of the year with you, Demeter, and the other half with me, as my queen."

(Zeus steps between them, his voice full of authority.)

Zeus: "Then it is settled. Persephone will divide her time between the surface and the
Underworld. For half of the year, she will bring joy and growth to the Earth by her
mother’s side. And for the other half, she will reign in the Underworld with Hades."

(Demeter, though heartbroken by the compromise, nods slowly. She knows there is no
other way.)

Demeter: "If it is the only way to see my daughter, then I accept. But know this,
Hades—when Persephone is with me, the Earth will flourish. And when she is with
you... all of nature will wither and die, reflecting the grief I feel in her absence."

(Hades merely nods, unmoved by Demeter’s words.)

Zeus: "So be it. Persephone, you shall honor this agreement and bring balance to the
realms."

(Hades steps back, his cold smile lingering as he returns to the shadows of the
Underworld, taking Persephone’s hand. Demeter, though pained, embraces her
daughter for the time she has left with her. As they depart, the sky begins to brighten,
signaling the return of spring.)

SCENE#4

The unending conflict among the gods of Olympus had led to battles of pride and
power, but the story of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home, brought a different
kind of tension—one that revolved around love, marriage, and the pursuit of peace.
Though many sought her hand, Hestia cherished her independence. On one fateful
day, Apollo and Poseidon both sought to win her love, setting the stage for a
confrontation that would shake the halls of Olympus.

(Inside Aphrodite's radiant palace, bathed in soft light and perfumed with the scent of
roses, the goddess of love lounges gracefully on a couch. Apollo, god of the sun,
prophecy, and music, enters with a determined yet uncertain expression. He bows
slightly before her.)

Apollo: (respectfully) "Aphrodite, goddess of love, I come seeking your guidance. I

wish to win the heart of Hestia. She has remained distant, but I know there must be a
way to reach her heart. You, above all, understand love's mysteries. Will you help
me?"

(Aphrodite, her eyes twinkling, sits up and gestures for Apollo to approach. She
smiles, intrigued by his request.)

Aphrodite: (playfully) "Ah, Apollo, you seek the heart of Hestia, the untouchable
flame of Olympus. She is devoted to her duty, to the hearth, and to peace. Winning
her affection will not be easy, but love is patient and persistent. If you wish to pursue
her, you must show her that your love will not consume or overpower her, but
complement her serenity."

(Apollo listens intently, nodding. As he prepares to leave, the doors open once again,
and Poseidon, god of the sea, enters. The tension in the room thickens as the two gods
lock eyes.)

Poseidon: (coolly) "Apollo, I did not expect to find you here. It seems we have the
same goal. But know this—I, too, seek Hestia's hand."

(Apollo’s eyes narrow as the rivalry between the two gods becomes palpable.)

Apollo: (calmly but firmly) "You may seek her, but she will choose the one whose
love is true. And I intend to show her that mine is."

(Aphrodite, sensing the growing hostility, raises her hand.)

Aphrodite: "Enough! Love is not won through competition or conquest. Both of you,
remember that Hestia’s heart belongs only to herself for now. Do not be so quick to
claim victory over what is not yet yours."

(Apollo, eager to make his move, swiftly leaves Aphrodite’s palace to seek out Hestia,
leaving Poseidon and Aphrodite behind.)

Hestia in Zeus’ Palace

(Hestia stands before Zeus in the grand halls of his palace. Her face is calm, but her
voice trembles with frustration and anxiety.)

Hestia: (ranting) "Zeus, I am growing weary of this! First Apollo, now Poseidon—
each of them speaks of love and marriage, but I want none of it! My place is here,
tending to the hearth, keeping the peace. I fear that if I choose one, chaos will erupt in
Olympus."
(Zeus, seated on his throne, listens with a thoughtful expression. He knows that
Hestia’s calm is crucial to the balance of Olympus. After a moment, he calls for
Hermes.)

Zeus: (commanding) "Hermes, summon Apollo, Poseidon, and Aphrodite to my

palace. This matter must be settled."

(Hermes nods and vanishes in a flash of speed, leaving Zeus and Hestia in silence.
Hestia paces nervously, unsure of what will unfold.)

(Hermes returns with Apollo, Poseidon, and Aphrodite in tow. The three gods stand
before Zeus, their expressions tense. Apollo and Poseidon exchange hostile glares,
while Aphrodite observes quietly, sensing the gravity of the moment.)

Zeus: (authoritatively) "You both seek the hand of Hestia, goddess of the hearth. But
Hestia has come to me, troubled by your advances. Let us resolve this now, with
words, not conflict."

(Apollo steps forward first, his voice filled with passion.)

Apollo: "Father Zeus, I have admired Hestia for her purity, her devotion. I offer her
my light, the warmth of the sun, and a place beside me as queen of the heavens."

(Poseidon, not to be outdone, steps forward next, his voice rumbling like the ocean.)

Poseidon: "Hestia’s strength and calm would be fitting for the queen of the seas. I
offer her my kingdom beneath the waves, where her flame could burn eternal,
untouched by the winds of Olympus."

(Zeus turns to Aphrodite, his voice neutral but curious.)

Zeus: "Aphrodite, goddess of love, what do you say to the affections Apollo and
Poseidon bear for Hestia? What do the fates of love tell you?"

(Aphrodite hesitates, knowing well the nature of the gods and the weight of her
words.)

Aphrodite: (calmly) "Love is a powerful force, but it is not for all. Hestia’s heart
belongs to her duty, her flame. If you ask me, I believe Hestia would not find joy in
marriage, even with gods as great as Apollo or Poseidon. Her love is the hearth—the
center of all homes, gods and mortals alike."

(Apollo and Poseidon both bristle at this, neither willing to back down.)

Apollo: (angrily) "I will not step aside, Poseidon!"

Poseidon: (growling) "Nor will I!"

(Their voices rise in a heated argument, each declaring their right to marry Hestia, but
before their quarrel can escalate, Zeus raises a hand, his voice booming.)
Zeus: "Enough!"

(The palace falls silent. All eyes turn to Hestia, who steps forward, her face calm but
resolute.)

Hestia: (gently but firmly) "I have heard your words, Apollo, Poseidon. But my
answer remains the same. I do not seek marriage, nor do I wish to belong to any god.
My place is here, at the hearth, where I bring warmth and peace to Olympus. I vow to
remain untouched by marriage, devoted to the flame and to the gods."

(Apollo and Poseidon stare at her, their ambitions dashed. Zeus nods, respecting her
decision.)

Zeus: (proudly) "Then so be it. Hestia, your vow will be honored. You shall remain
as you wish—goddess of the hearth, untouched by the desires of others."

(Aphrodite smiles softly, pleased with the outcome. Apollo and Poseidon, though
disappointed, bow their heads in reluctant acceptance.)

Though Hestia’s vow brought temporary calm, the conflicts among the gods of
Olympus did not end. Mortal lives still demanded their attention, and the looming
crisis could not be ignored. A dangerous force rose in the form of Typhon, a monster
so powerful that even the immortals feared its wrath. The gods and goddesses
gathered once more in the grand hall of Olympus, their tensions and alliances clear as
they debated their course of action.

Background: The gods and goddesses of Olympus gather to discuss a looming crisis,
such as the rise of a dangerous monster (Typhon, for example) or a major event
affecting mortals (like the Trojan War). The scene shows their distinct personalities,
alliances, and powers.

Characters:

1. Zeus (Boy) – King of the gods, ruler of the sky.

2. Poseidon (Boy) – God of the sea, Zeus’s brother.
3. Hera – Queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and family.
4. Athena – Goddess of wisdom and war.
5. Aphrodite – Goddess of love and beauty.
6. Artemis – Goddess of the hunt and wilderness.
7. Demeter – Goddess of the harvest and agriculture.
8. Hestia – Goddess of the hearth and home.
9. Hermes – God of messengers, travelers, and thieves (could be played by a girl).
10. Apollo – God of the sun, music, and prophecy (could be played by a girl).
11. Persephone – Queen of the underworld, goddess of spring.
12. Hades (appears at the end, played by a girl) – God of the underworld, arrives to add drama.

Plot Overview:
  Opening: The Olympian gods are seated in council, discussing a looming crisis that requires
their intervention. Zeus calls the meeting to order.
 Conflict: Each god or goddess shares their viewpoint, with some arguing for war, others for
peace, and a few remaining undecided. Hera and Athena offer strategic wisdom, while
Aphrodite suggests a more peaceful, beauty-driven solution.
 Poseidon argues for action, showing his restless nature as the god of the sea. Hestia and
Demeter are concerned about the impact on home and harvest, respectively.
 Climax: Suddenly, Hades enters uninvited, bringing ominous news from the underworld and
pushing the council towards a fateful decision. Tension builds as they debate what course of
action to take.
 Ending: The gods come to a tentative decision, leaving the audience on a cliffhanger about
the outcome of their plan.

Opening: The Olympian gods and goddesses are seated in the grand council chamber
atop Mount Olympus. Zeus stands at the head of the room, holding his thunderbolt.
The atmosphere is tense as the gods murmur among themselves. Zeus raises his hand,
calling for silence.

Zeus:
(Commanding tone)
“Gods of Olympus, we are gathered today to face a grave crisis. There is unrest in the
mortal world, and a dangerous force is rising. We must decide how to act before
chaos descends upon us all. Let the council begin.”

Conflict:

Hera, sitting beside Zeus, is the first to speak, her voice firm.

Hera:
(With authority)
"War may be inevitable, but we must plan carefully. Rash decisions will only lead to
further instability. The mortals need strong leadership, not chaos."
Athena:
(Calm but strategic)
"Hera is right. We must use wisdom and strategy. A swift and calculated response
will allow us to maintain control. We should bolster our forces and prepare for any
threat."

Aphrodite steps forward, her presence radiating beauty and serenity.

Aphrodite:
(Gently, but persuasive)
"Perhaps war is not the answer. Mortals are swayed by love and beauty. If we can
guide them through compassion, we may avoid bloodshed entirely."

Poseidon:
(Rising from his seat, his trident glowing with power)
"Enough talk of peace! The seas are restless, and I feel the tension building. We must
act with force, strike hard, and crush this threat before it spreads further!"

Hestia, goddess of the hearth, speaks softly from her place.

Hestia:
(Concerned)
"Poseidon, consider the mortals. What of their homes? War will only bring
destruction to their families. We must think about the innocent lives at stake."

Demeter:
(Nods in agreement)
"Hestia is right. War will bring famine and suffering. The fields will go barren, and
the harvests will fail. We should seek balance, not devastation."

Hermes, the messenger god, jumps in with his usual quick wit.

Hermes:
(Casually)
"Perhaps we can send a warning to the mortals. Stir the winds a little, send a few
signs, let them handle the situation themselves without us getting too involved. Just a
nudge in the right direction."

Artemis:
(Serious but measured)
"Mortals are unpredictable, Hermes. They may ignore your signs and plunge into
chaos. If war breaks out, I’ll fight to protect the innocent, but we must not rush to
violence."

Apollo, standing beside Artemis, interjects.

Apollo:
(Thoughtfully)
"My sister is right. We need to look at this from a broader perspective. There’s more
at stake than just immediate action. Mortals need guidance, not fear."
At this point, the gods are all talking over each other. The debate grows heated.
Aphrodite advocates for peace, Poseidon demands action, Athena insists on strategy,
while Hestia and Demeter voice their concerns for the mortals.

Persephone:
(Quiet but powerful, cutting through the noise)
"Death and life are always intertwined. If we rush into war, many lives will be lost,
and they will come to me in the underworld. But I have seen the balance of seasons—
they can be saved. We must tread carefully. Neither peace nor war will solve this
alone."

Her words give pause to some gods, though tension still lingers. The debate soon
heats up again as the gods argue about how to approach the threat.

Climax:

Suddenly, the doors of the council chamber swing open, and Hades enters uninvited,
his presence sending a chill through the room. The gods fall silent as he approaches
the center.

Hades:
(Dark and foreboding)
"While you bicker over strategy, I bring news from the underworld. The spirits of the
dead are restless, and a great darkness stirs below. If you do not act soon, this force
will rise and claim the mortal world... and perhaps even Olympus itself."

His words send a shock through the gods. The debate erupts once more, louder and
more chaotic than before. The gods argue frantically—some now convinced of
immediate war, others fearful of the consequences.

Ending:

Zeus, seeing the chaos spiraling out of control, stands and slams his thunderbolt onto
the ground, sending a deafening thunderclap through the chamber.

Zeus:
(Booming voice)
"Enough!"

The room falls silent, all eyes on Zeus as his eyes blaze with lightning.

Zeus:
(Commanding)
"We will not descend into chaos ourselves! There is no time for endless debate. We
must act—but wisely. Each of you has valid concerns, but we cannot let fear or anger
guide us. We will prepare for the worst, but seek a peaceful resolution if possible."

He looks at the gods and goddesses one by one, his gaze steady.
Zeus:
"Now, let us plan our next move. The decision must be made together. Olympus
stands united, or it will fall."

The gods nod in agreement, though the tension remains thick in the air. The scene
ends with the gods coming to a tentative decision, leaving the audience on a
cliffhanger as to what will happen next.