hope.”
Zeus sighed. “Why do mortals think that simply because they cannot see us or our workings that we do not care about them? Do they not think in their finite, weak minds that perhaps there is another reason they do not see, a reason far deeper than they would ever suppose? My dear Hercules, you see the reason I am here is because I must be! You see Hercules, when your mother and I poured our God-power into you we made ourselves subject to death by Hades’ hand. The only place that Hades cannot come and destroy us is on and above this place, Mount Olympus. So you see Hercules, I must remain here, for were I to leave I would be subject to the power of Hades and could die. My boy, this is the only place in the universe that is safe from the corruption of Hades and from the eyes of all evil…”
“But how do you have power here?” asked Hercules. “You had power to cause a tornado to appear and solidify the snow and ice into a solid ice wall.”
“Yes,” replied Zeus. “But we, your mother and I, have power only here on Mount Olympus where all things are powerful and protected.”
“But I don’t understand?” asked Hercules. “Why do all this for me? Why place the future of this world in the hands of one weak man?”
“Because we believe in you, your mother and I,” said Zeus. “Above all we love you, and believe me when I say that your mother would be here now if it were not for her great heart. You see, she loves you so much that she couldn’t bear to see you for only a moment. The pain of leaving you would be too great.”
Hercules suddenly fell to his knees on the icy ground. “Oh woe that I was brought into this mortal world!” exclaimed Hercules. “Woe that I was to live here while all my heavenly brothers are at home in their heavenly homes! Woe that I do not get to truly know my heavenly parents! Oh am I the cursed one!”
Zeus suddenly walked over to Hercules and placed his hand on his shoulders. “You are not cursed!” said Zeus. “And I would not have you speak this way. What happened to you cannot be undone, nor was it meant to be. All things in life pass for a reason and there is a reason why you are here. There is only one chief trial for a God such as Hera and I, and that is that we should watch while mortals suffer! You see, Hercules, what humans strive for, such as power or prestige is not what a God strives for! With one hurl of my lightning bolt I could have people bow down to me. I could have everyone across the entire world, and not just Greece, worshiping and praising my name! But that is not what being a God is about Hercules. Being a God is about being much more. It is about more than your mother and I. Once you become a God Hercules, you will realize that everything is not about yourself, but about others. Do you not see Hercules? What we really care about, at least in relation to the mortal world, is that, at least in the end, good triumphs over evil. That is what all of our workings in the world are for. So, yes, time ahead may be of great trial and tribulation, but they will be times, nevertheless of great hope. You see, once you have progressed to the status of Godhood humans are, more often than not, mere tokens of weakness, ignorance, strife, and corruption. But humans still teach me much. They teach me of love and dependence on virtues that Gods so often forget. As Gods, we do not need to toil the land to survive, nor do we need to woo someone to be our partner. Your time of mortal strife is but a short one, but one filled with potential unimaginable. Now you must know Hercules that this world needs your help just as much as we do. Perhaps this is why you are here—to understand what it is like to be human and to learn to embrace it, to learn how to help these weak mortals in a way that your mother and I never could. Hades, above all, seeks to control all the poor souls who live on this world, and for a long time, while the war in the heavens has