Mount Olympus

I arrived at Mount Olympus not knowing at all what to expect. I was being driven up by Apollo, in his chariot which usually drags the sun across the sky each day. Considering my ride the trip had to of course be made by night which filled it with even more suspense.
The messenger of the Gods, Hermes, had come to me the week before telling me that the almighty Zeus requested my presence. For what he would not tell me. All I got out of the God with the winged sandals was that I should expect Apollo to pick me up. So here I am, in this great chariot drawn by horses made of fire on my way to the most divine place in existence.
My wish for a lighter journey is soon granted when a glow begins to be visible in the distance. I ask Apollo if we are nearing the famed place but he says nothing. He is, it seems to me, the strong silent type. Either that or he can't speak English. Lord knows (or should I start saying Zeus knows as not to offend someone?) that I don't utter a word of Greek. So I wait, and stare at the glowing clouds.
We turn a corner, and there it is; Mount Olympus in all its glory. There are no gates to go through, I assume because Zeus knows when someone is coming before they get there. We drive up a golden road that leads to a circle of thrones, each one more elaborate and beautiful than the next, but none surpass the one in which Zeus is residing. I assume it is him that I see. Huge man, big beard and a lightning bolt by his side. It must be Zeus.
Apollo drops me off in front of the greatest God in history and drives away. I am tongue tied. I don't even really want to look at the menacing form in front of me. From what I have read, doing so will kill my poor mortal self in an instant. But I don't want to offend him by not speaking. Shit, what do I do? Does he speak English?Finally, I clear my throat, "Nice place you got here." I say and instantly begin to mentally kick my own ass. I'm standing in front of Zeus and can't come up with anything better to say than that? "Nice beard you got there," would have been a better idea. Every man likes to have his ego stroked, right? Even a God who knows that he could wipe out the human race in 3 minutes if he wanted to. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"You can look at me you know. I realize that legend says you can't without withering and dying but why would I bring you here just to kill you?" His voice is deep and rough, just like I expected. Makes me think of an old man who smokes a lot. At least he speaks English. I can think of nothing to say when he mentions me withering away to nothing so I stay silent and hope for an explanation.
"You must be wondering why you are here." He says in his old man voice. All I can do is nod. "Well, here is the deal. I have recently begun to read the modern books on mythology and I don't like what they say. There are so many assumptions about what may have happened and why and who did what and so on and so forth. I really want someone to finally get the story straight. And what better way to do that than have the Olympians tell it first hand? That is why you are here. To clear up the mist that surrounds mythology."
"Why me?" I finally find my voice and address the formidable figure before me.
"It was Herme's idea. He said we shouldn't over think the situation and had Ares fire an arrow down to Earth. Hermes followed it down and ended up on your doorstep. Lucky for us you already know something about mythology."
"How do you know that?"
"I know everything. Just remember that while you're here. It's time for you to get settled in now. Hermes will take you to your room. I will send for you in the morning."
And so I was dismissed by the great God of Olympus. Hermes came from out of no where and escorted me to a room in the clouds lavish enough for a queen. This was going to be an interesting adventure, I thought, right before I instantly fell asleep on my bed of clouds.