You arrive on Mount Olympus. There are Gods, Demigods, Satyrs, Nymphs, animals, plants, and the Palace of Olympus. Many nymphs and naiads look at you curiously, some wave at you, others hide.

"What brings you here, young one?" A loud, thunderous voice says. All the animals run to the woods, many of the gods and satyrs kneel down. The voice makes the ground shake, a tall figure steps out of the Palace doorway. Zeus, god of thunder and lightning, steps towards you. His eyes glow blue as he holds his lightning bolt staff.

Some creatures look on in awe, like they've never seen him before.

Zeus' wife, Hera, walks beside him, a stern, unchanging expression rests on her face. The rest of the Olympians look on from behind, a few young demigods peaked from the palace windows with curious eyes.

"Leave the poor soul alone, brother.." A male voice said from the right of you. When you turned to look for the voice, an older man with a fishing cap and a rod stood up. He had a thick Greek accent. The man walked over to you, smiling slightly with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Look at the young one's eyes, full of life, uncertainty and joy." The man said, the smell of salt water was extremely prominent as he lifted your chin up with his index and middle finger.