Phoenix was sitting on his father’s throne next to Hamarum, his feet dangling. He was only about 5’7. His father was 8’5, so Phoenix classified as short. Not a lot of people were here yet. Those he could see, though, didn’t look too happy about the meeting- Andromedin was cowering in the corner, Stella was pacing back and forth, and Athena-not the goddess, just a commander- was flipping through her journal. Ichorkus looked calm, though. His feet were up on the table, and he was zoned out, possible dozing off. He felt strange being on his father’s throne- he had to jump to get down, and it radiated power. Power even he didn’t like being around. Why he couldn’t sit in his mother’s throne, he didn’t understand. Hamarum just wouldn’t let him. Apparently he thought Phoenix was a bad guy. Eventually, the rest of the commanders filed in, and Comet and Hermes(again, not the god, just the third in command) took their seats. Everyone immediately started talking, but the loud noise of the cafeteria’s