Note : This short story is written for passing time, nothing serious
The sound of hooves echoed across the plain as the army of the Olympians rode towards the edge of the world. They had been summoned by Zeus, the king of the gods, to a council of war. As they rode, they could see the storm clouds gathering on the horizon, a sign of the tumultuous times that lay ahead.
Hera, the queen of the gods, rode at the head of the procession. She was tall and regal, with piercing blue eyes and golden hair that flowed down her back like a river of flame. She wore a gown of shimmering silver, and a crown of diamonds and sapphires adorned her brow.
Behind her rode the other gods and goddesses of Olympus, each one a master of their own domain. There was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, who rode a pure white horse and carried a spear that gleamed in the sunlight. Ares, the god of war, rode a black stallion and carried a sword that was stained with the blood of a thousand battles. Hermes, the messenger of the gods, rode a winged horse that shimmered like silver in the sunlight.
As the Olympians approached the edge of the world, they saw a great palace rising up from the earth. It was made of white marble and glittered like a diamond in the sunlight. The palace was surrounded by a moat of shimmering blue water, and guarded by a company of soldiers clad in gleaming armor.
Hera led the Olympians across the moat and into the palace. They were greeted by a company of servants who bowed low and led them to a great hall. In the hall, they saw Zeus seated on a throne of gold, his face grave and stern.
"Welcome, my brothers and sisters," Zeus said. "We have been summoned here to discuss a matter of grave importance. The gods of Swargalok are at war, and we must decide how we shall respond."
The Olympians looked at each other, their faces grave. They knew that a conflict between the gods of Swargalok and Olympus could have catastrophic consequences for both worlds. They waited to hear what Zeus would say next.