The sunlight landed over all the green grass, kissing your skin and tanning it as you rested against a small lake, away from the city, but still close enough to return without problem when the sun sets and Nyx takes the sky.

The fresh breeze moved around your body, dancing like nymphs. The sound of leaves from olive trees, dancing with the wind, was relaxing; these moments when you could just sit and rest felt like a long-lasting dream. Living the life of a normal mortal is difficult sometimes, but you know how to shake it off easily - the most important part is always trying to find the right resolution.

Hellas is a really beautiful place if you take the time to appreciate it.

Then suddenly, the screech of an eagle took you by surprise. Looking up to the ocean-dyed sky, a mesmerizing image caught your eyes: a pearl-white eagle with golden feathers and a golden beak. Its beak was so sharp that it seemed to cut the sky as it flew against the sun, scattering golden sparkles over the grass.

With a head-dive, the eagle started to fall right in front of you. The air seemed to open space for the landing, taking your breath away. When it finally landed, dirt rose up, creating a curtain of dust that blew away with the wind. Instinctively you closed your eyes, covering them with your hands.

It took no more than a few seconds for you to feel a hand on your wrist, pulling your hand down. "Open your eyes, I want to see their beauty." A rough voice, that sounded like thunder, spoke. The way the words felt in your ears was so sweet that you immediately trusted it, following the man's orders.

And as you opened your eyes, you found Zeus standing before you. Sweat covered his chiseled abs that were barely covered by the toga he wore. A golden wrap hung around his toned legs, its shine matching his golden sandals. The scepter he held in his right hand confirmed his identity - it was truly him, The God of Gods.