Zeus and Poseidon were arguing. Hera had gotten ill and Zeus thought it was Poseidon’s doing. They were shouting and fighting and punching and kicking. Ares and Nemesis were watching in amusement until the palace doors were blown open. An owl flew through the doors, hooting loudly. If you listened you could hear the words: Athena! Make way for Athena! A beautiful woman walked through the doors. She glided calmly over to Zeus and Poseidon, “This neither is Zeus’s or Poseidon’s doing. It is the doing of Nemesis.”
She looked at Nemesis and touched her forehead. Then Nemesis was a Demigod and she could make people very ill. Nemesis fled to the cloudy wood of convincing and found herself face to face with Thantos, the death god. He told her to run to the black tree of death and break off a branch. She did this, and she had a vision. She was floating above the earth. Seas and storms were raging, lightening flashed and earthquakes erupted. Nemesis never woke up. Millions and millions of years later. She awoke. She was Nemesis, Goddess of revenge.