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In the beginning, there was chaos. In the end of the beginning, and in the beginning of the end, there was...also chaos. However, not the chaos you may think. This chaos was different. Much different. This chaos, in fact, was called... society. Society, in its pure definition, could also be defined as...community. But community means group of people, society, in turn, is the grouped people. But if you think about it, society today is so jacked up, that there are no longer defined groups. No more class, no more race, no more separation. No more anything, really. But us, us gods. We’ve come to fix that. I finish writing the last bit and put the pen down. I can already imagine how it's going to be read. Powerful and wordy, I guess. I hear loud footsteps coming up behind me and I know it’s Zeus. "You done, kid?" he pats me on the shoulder. "yeah, I'm done" (we haven't really used this wording for long, mind you. we just recently picked it up from the mortals) "may I see?" "Uh sure" I hand him over the paper and he reads it, his graying eyebrows furrowed. "Humph, it's alright" I die on the inside a little, (I may be immortal, that doesn't mean I can't die inside) but not much. He’s never impressed anyway. "Thanks, do you think it'll make the cut?" Zeus nods, still looking at the speech. "I'll go inform the rest" he leaves. I lean back in my chair and let out a big sigh. Thank the gods (including myself) I'm done. *** The other gods are snickering in the background while Aphrodite dresses me up in what she says is "in style". "You will look fabulous once I'm done here." she says, straightening out my suspenders. She fluffs up my hair and finally puts on some thick, large glasses. I turn around and look. "I look like a nerd." I say, putting my hands on my hips. "It’s called a hipster, sweetie. There’s a difference. Trust me, it is the rage of style right now." she smiles sweetly, putting her hand on my shoulder. I shrug her hand off and turn to everyone else. "Why do I have to deliver this?" I ask, looking at Zeus. His laughter thunders throughout the room. “Kid, what do you think? You’re the messenger god!” I sigh and lazily lift up my hands. “Can’t argue with that.” And then, still with my hands up, I take a step back, then another step. And suddenly I’m running for the edge, just like I always did, and jump. Then I’m falling… I’ve forgotten my helmet. *** A siren…whispers…a faint voice…every time it gets louder…every time I open my eyes for longer…every time I blink the world becomes more focused. “He’s alive! He’s alive!” a man’s voice cries. “Oh my lord! It’s a miracle!” shouts a lady. Then, like an arrow being shot up to the heavens, I’m on my feet. My eyes are now focused and I can see the crowd of men and women gathered around me. There’s silence. I scramble to take out my speech but just end up dropping it, time for a little improvisation. Good thing I know my modern English. “Howdy, mortals! I’ve come here today to tell ya’ll some stuff.” Everyone is staring at me with a confused look. Gia’s hairy armpit! Does anyone understand? I try for a more formal way of saying it. “You peeps probably wonderin’ who I am and what I be doin’ here, huh? Well, to answer that question, I am Hermes.” still confused looks “the Greek god! Anyone know of me?” A girl with round glasses slowly raises her hand, the other hand holding a thick, brown journal with a pen slid into it. “Yes?” “I know who he is, not you, of course. Hermes is graceful and eloquent, whereas you are, well that,” She gestures to my outfit, “and…that.” She gestures to my whole self. A laugh comes from the crowd. “Oh, no. This? This is just my mortal form.” I look around; no one seems to believe me one bit. “I am Hermes.” “Get outta here!” Groans a speaker from the crowd. “Yeah! Get out!” Yells another. “Yeah!” They all say. “You’re not funny!” The people disperse and the only person left is that godsdarn girl from before. She proceeds to walk up to me and smiles. “You should be an actor. You’re quite good at it.” “I wasn’t acting!” I bark. “Then be on reality TV.” (What even is that?) I can feel the anger growing inside of me and I really want to show her my god form, although that would probably kill her… “Fine. You say you’re a god? Prove it.” She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. “I-” “Come to my house, you can prove to me there. It’s getting late, anyway.” She smiles and skips off, looking behind her shoulder only to ask me if I’m coming. Eh. Why not? “I am!” I run to catch up to her. *** A few minutes later we’re both tired of running and are just walking. “How…far away…is…your house?” I say, out of breath. “Well let’s just say a god wouldn’t be tired once we get there.” I frown, this is harder than I expected. “What’s your name anyway?” “Abigail.” She says this in the most indifferent way possible, which annoys me. “It means Father Rejoices.” “Who’s father, yours?” “No, silly. Everyone’s.” “Oh.” I don’t understand what she’s trying to say still. “Like Zeus or something?” “Sort of.” She seems to have given up trying to explain. “What’s your name, then? It can’t be Hermes.” “Well it is. And it means cairn.” She laughs. “Pile of stones? No wonder.” I glare at the back of her head. At least she knows what it means.