"The Olympics begin!" I hear Father yell.

I hear the lightning move through his hands. I see my brothers and sisters. They look excited. I'm not. I'm not one bit. I let out a breath as I sit in the arena. I grip my staff. Keep cool Hermes. Keep cool. I'm not looking forward to this day. Usually, I am but ever since I awoke, I've had this massive headache and my chest burns.

You know what you are.

No, no. No. I lean back. 

You can't run from it.

You're a Titan, why should I trust you?

Can you trust Zeus?

... I mean he has had several affairs, including me. He betrayed his marriage to Hera countless times over. But that's history. It doesn't make him bad. I grip my chest. It burns like crazy. It burns and I feel like something is running around in me. I feel sharpness in my chest.

"Hermes, are you okay?" Apollo asks.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." I nod.

I stand up. I brush myself off. I walk forward. I pull my cape up. It's almost time for the show. 

"Let the Archery begin!" Father calls.

I fly up to the podium where the other Gods lay. It's only a couple of God's chosen for one thing. I feel pain and it is riding up my throat.