The carnival comes without warning or precedent, it is just simply.. there when yesterday it wasn't. No posters or flyers announcing it to be seen, everything traveling only simply by word of mouth. It's tents of red and gold, and black and white towering in the sky. The games lighting the pathways and music soaring through the air to meet your ears and persuade you to come and play. But it isn't open, or not just yet because

In the beginning there were twelve that ruled the earth and Heavens, the twelve original gods of Olympus. For millennia the gods and mortals were prosperous, the land fruitful and rich with happiness with the mortals worshipping them as they reigned in their pride and honor. The gods soon grew in hatred and jealousy with one another and also paranoia took over, each one think