Philip began to pick himself up from the rubble. Though he loathed the gods, he was still fearful in the very presence of one. He assumed that chopping off the head of Zeus would cease the relentless worship by his people, he had never considered the gods would retaliate.

Zeus did not move. Philip armed himself with the temple’s sacred shield and spear, hoping that they would be able to keep him safe should Zeus hurl a lightening bolt. He slowly circled back towards the temple doors. If the shield wouldn’t protect him, perhaps he would be able to escape. But every thought about living through this fled in an instant, as Zeus smirked.

“You think you can run, little Philip? You insult me and my name. You disregard your own people. Your puny legs will not carry you to safety, nor some sacred weapon stop what I am about to do to you.”

Philip squeaked in fear, “What are you going to do to me?”

“As I said, I am going to kill you Philip. But not here, not now, and not in a way that you could possibly fathom.”

With that, Zeus moved and throw his lightening bolt at Philip. It struck Philip’s shield. Light exploded.

Philip had closed his eyes, bracing for the impact. But it never came. With great hesitation, he slowly opened his eyes to a divine revelation. He was at the door of Mount Olympus.

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