Zena was the goddes of light, the center of attention in every room, a literal ball of sunshine. She stood in the spotlight of her own creation. She was kind, and always had a sense of justice like no other. Hera was Zena's twin sister, despite being her complete opposite. The goddess of misery, suffering and whatnot. She wasn't as liked as Zena was, often pushed into the shadows of society and even her own family.

There she was, sitting on the roof, staring at the gaps in the ink-filled sky, the stars.. the moon. The night was one of the few things that didn't remind her of her better half. She glanced down, her feet dangling over the edge far above the ground. Her dark red hair looked nearly black in the night, apart from the flew glistens from the moon. Her deep, black horns stuck out from her hair, paired with some black, demonic looking wings. They were small, unlike Zena's. Such big, angelic white ones. Hera couldn't help compare herself. She wanted to be a hero like her sister, but she couldn't. She wasn't half as nice.

Though she was soon snapped out of her dark thoughts as she heard some commotion nearby. It sounded like a trashcan falling? Out of curiosity, she scooted closer to the edge, looking right into the alley to see who or what was making the noise.