In Greece, 700 BC

Charles was a demi-god. He couldn't believe that. All his life he had believed he was just a human with a lost of strenght. But no, after a while Zeus had came to him and had explained everything. What a surprise it had been. But even worst. He had left his family to train. He was missing them a lot but it was benefic because he was starting to understand his strenght a lot better and could handle a sword, a bow or almost every weapon. The only thing his trainer had warned him about was Hades, that could try and kill him because he was Zeus' son and it would be much easier for him to kill Charles then to kill Zeus.

His last trial was to go and help someone. So he had took his winged horse called Pegase and went on the Greek island to see if he could find someone. And lucky him, he heard enraged screaming from a man. When he entered the clear in the forest, he saw a man being held by a giant centaur. The centaur was holding the beautiful person in his fist. Charles watched the person who had mid-long brown hair, Icelandic blue eyes and was wearing a toga looking furious. "Don't worry gentleman !" Charles yelled and tried to play it good enough. "I'll save you."