The garden of Olympus buzzed with divine energy, golden wind blowing through silver trees that shimmered under a soft, enchanted sky. This wasn't a regular garden. It stretched wide like a realm of its own—floating islands connected by light-bridges, fountains of ambrosia spilling down from clouds, and meadows where the scent of magic clung to the grass.
Hermes was a blur.
He zipped between columns and olive trees, barely a streak of motion as he chased a white butterfly that may or may not have been a nymph in disguise. "Come on, just a little closer—!"
He leapt, missed, and landed face-first into the soft moss.
"Graceful," Artemis muttered from a nearby tree branch. She was lounging lazily, bow slung across her back, a baby deer curled beside her. "You planning on catching it or marrying it?"
"I haven't decided yet," Hermes said, grinning as he rolled over. "Depends if she turns into a swan. Dad has a thing for those."
