Enzo gripped tight to the reigns of his mare as she galloped through the forest on their way to Olympus Academy. He thankful to finally be able to ride his horse, it had taken months to even earn enough trust for him to approach her but with time and effort he was able to ride her and to trust her as she trusted him. They were bounded as horse and rider and one day he would have her trained to enough to ride into battle and she would be as ferocious as a descendant of one of the Mares of Diomedes should be, breathing fire and devouring the flesh of his enemies. For now, though his horse, Enyo, would have to settle for raw beef as the school frowned upon feeding mortals to one’s pet. 

They headed straight to the stable’s once they arrived at the academy. He had a special fire-proof stable for Enyo away from the other students pegasi and such. Enyo could be dangerous to other pets if she got out so he and school took extra measures to ensure she was secured. Enzo was the only one who could care for his horse as she would attack the school’s stable staff if they got too close. He feed her, made sure she had fresh water, and brushed out her mane. She couldn’t be around other horse or prey type animals as she saw them as food rather than peers and around other predators she usually showed aggression and tried to establish dominance, although occasionally she would befriend one. Last year she had enjoyed the company of another students Griffin. 

Once his pet was settled he headed for the courtyard, shaking rain from his hair and lifted his head towards the turbulent sky. He could feel it in the air, their world was on the cusp of war and it was electric. He could sense it all around him, feel it in his blood and bones, conflict and tension building among gods and demigods alike. He was ready for it, for war, and not for some petty little mortal war either, but a war of gods. He his father was more than ready for a real war, it had been ages since there was a battle worthy of the god of war himself and his father’s disdain of Zeus was hardly a secret. His father found the thunder god to be an unfit ruler, thinking not with the head on his shoulders and more concerned with chasing skirts than the state of things on high Olympus. He knew there were many who wanted to keep the peace but Enzo was hoping for all hell to break loose and for the chance for him to truly be a warrior. He paused for a second to calm himself, to settle his lust for blood and keep his rage buried. He kept up the façade of a civilized man as he walked aimlessly though the courtyard.