14

“I wager 100 souls on Selene,” Dionysos laughs, seeing Iris getting ready for her party.

“I wager 60 souls on Selene,” Pan plays his flute.

“I believe in Poseidon,” Hera winks at him. “I wager 2000 souls for Poseidon to win.”

Penelopeia and Leto giggle at Hera’s folly.

Dionysos laughs his drunker laugh. “My dear, sweet Hera, I will see your wager, 2000 souls that Selene has finally beaten Poseidon.”

Zeus looks to his brother, “I hope you are prepared. If you lose this battle, you won’t have any creations left.”

Poseidon looks angry, “Your wife is the one who wagered 2000 souls. She is not a creation goddess, where do you think those souls are going to come from?”

Zeus laughs. “She has won many side wagers betting on you. She holds about 5000 souls in her own right. You have a lot of faith in this Daria. She is the first of your creations to make it to her last life.”

Poseidon huffs, “Only because you called foul.”

Zeus slaps him on the back. “I only had to do that because for the firs