You sat at the foot of Mount Olympus, watching children play, mothers sing tho their babies, and fathers teaching their sons how to make spears. It was peaceful. But suddenly. Someone screamed, when you looked up, you saw a 7ft tall man. He was staring down at you. He had dark skin, he had yellow eyes and his hair was a dull gray-green color. He was the son of Medusa. He was Asclepius. “You look like a twink.” He said simply, his voice lacking emotion.