Out of Olympus
The Mount Olympus is the house of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses, the representation not only of the earthly and oneiric world, but the perfectly imperfect nature of human kind. In antiquity they were feared and worshipped, but with the evolution of humanity and their culture they've been forsaken. The ones that used to be praised are now nothing but old myths, spending their eternity in a dull floating paradise.
Until, two thousand years after their fall, Athena, daughter of Zeus and patron of the city that carries her name refused to sleep in the clouds one more night. The goddess with ebony skin and piercing eyes called a meeting between all the pantheon. From Hera to the smaller gods like Hecate and Circe, they all reunited in her chambers when the sun came down.
"I hope you have a good reason for—" Persephone, who went in the name of her husband, was interrupted by the goddess.
"Oh, don't act like you had something important to do besides lying in bed and watch reality shows." The queen of the underworld reddened with embarrassment and anger, but let the other one explain herself. "I have a plan for all of us to be free of these prison of boredom. Tonight, we must pack our stuff and leave Olympus forever." The gods raised their eyebrows, looked at her amused or started questioning her plan.
"Don't count me on this, I have to stay here." Hera, queen of the gods, turned to get back to her chambers. Athena ignored her, sometimes she couldn't stand her, couldn't understand why she let Zeus treat her the way he did when she was just as powerful.
"I don't get what you mean," Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty asked. Her pouty lips pursued. "Are you suggesting we live with the humans?"
"We always go down to earth to kill the time." Dionysius, god of fertility and wine, spoke. "How could this be any different?"
"I'm not suggesting we should go down and party," they already did that all the time, "I'm saying, why don't we try to live like them? Get a flat, a job, maybe even be friends with them." Some of the gods chuckled, which angered her. "What? Are you all 'too good' to be around mortals." Athena was losing her patience, luckily, her half-sister stepped in.
"I think maybe we should try it." Artemis, goddess of the moon, shrugged. "It could be an interesting experiment, and we're running out of things to do for the next millennium." The gods murmured to each other, but finally they accepted.
"Excellent." Athena grinned. "Now we have to— "
"I think you forgot to send me an invitation to this secret meeting." Everyone turned to see Zeus, god of thunder, under the door frame. Athena tensed, worried he might punish them for trying to leave, but he just laughed. "No need to be so tense, I have nothing against your little experiment." His smiled disappeared. "Of course, what kind of king would I be if I didn't punish my subjects for plotting behind my back." Everyone either cursed or rolled their eyes. Zeus was a selfish jerk who enjoyed annoying his family, or as he liked to call them, his 'subjects'. "As a punishment, you won't be able to use the ninety percent of your powers for..." he pretended to be counting, "about a thousand years."
They groaned, but there was nothing they could do about it.
That same night, all of the gods and goddesses, except for Zeus and Hera, came down to earth to live mortal lives.