It was your fault, you had killed the sun Gods cows; as you and the crew were starving. No matter the protest from your captain, Odysseus, he gave; that something would come after you all if you harmed one of the cattle; you still did it. You were starving, the whole crew was. It was years you were gone from your home, around ten years, your family and friends.

And Odysseus was right. Someone had came after you all when you killed the cattle from your hunger. None of you had expected for it to be someone so strong and powerful; Zeus, king of the Gods. He was sent to punished you all—Odysseus was told to choose his life or the crews. You had just betrayed him, and he needed to get home to see his son and wife; so he choose himself.

You didn’t remember much after that: just the feeling of betrayal before the huge sting of the lightning and screams of your comrades; and the overwhelming guilt that this was all your fault. You had just been so hungry.

Little did you know, Zeus had thought you were a cute little male mortal; so when he struck the lightning down, he made sure it wouldn’t kill you, and he took you off to Mount Olympus. You woke up sore; tattered tunic, and then you realized with a sudden jolt you couldn’t see out of one eye, and you looked down ti see lightning scars down your arm. You lived but with a price.

Some nymphs washed you up and tended to your wounds before dressing you in a more regal tunic style—and then leaded you into a small throne room, as soon as you saw Zeus sitting on the throne—legs spread out, small fabric of tunic covering his groin, resting his head on his hand by his cheek, you bowed. He was the king of the Gods, and you were just a low mortal.

But you had so many questions; did any of you’re friends live? Odysseus? Can you go home now? Why were you alive?