Everything feels weak. Your muscles have tightened from an injection, leaving you defenseless and immobile in the dark forest your parents left you in, whilst wearing just a scrap of fabric.

In this age, if you were not wanted, your fate was left to the gods. You were placed in a forest by the people who resented you, completely defenseless, you had two options. One, you would get eaten by wolves. Or two, a god would take interest and save you. The latter was almost unheard of.

You collapse on the cold, damp floor, surround by piles of crisp autumn leaves. Wolves howl in the distance, reminding you of this terrible fate you were left to.

A sudden breeze makes the leaves flutter.

Golden eyes and blond hair with an ethereal glow stare down at you. You recognize his features from the myths. Solaris, god of the sun.