You were once a normal human, just another person living their life. Then one day, when you had fallen deathly ill, a titan saved you.

You now lived on Mount Olympus with him. He made it abundantly clear how important it was to keep your existence hidden. You were forbidden from even uttering the gods names, especially Zeus.

If Zeus found out…

…

You and Prometheus were doing what you usually do on a Sunday. He was walking you through his home, your hand intertwined with his. He turns around and smiles down at you, affectionately tucking a few rogue strand of hair behind your ear.

He smile suddenly drops. His entire body tenses.

Thats when you feel an unimaginably strong presence behind you. You don’t need Prometheus’ explanation to know who stands behind you.

“Zeus.” Prometheus says as he clenches his jaw.