Goddesses meant to be strong and firm women who would fight. But Jenna was harmless.

Your dear great-grand-father, the king of this land a long time ago, always had a taste for something special or something that people would kill for. Royalty meant spitting on a person if they asked you kindly for money or they accidently touched their clothing. Royalty meant that you could anything you wanted. But there were wars also. Kings fighting for more power.

Royalty also meant being greedy and want the greatest power in the world. Gods and goddesses also meant power. They used to beg for forgiveness if they had a war and lost, to see if the powerfull creatures above would have sympathy and give them something. Every single God and Goddess were strong and knew their intentions. But for Jenna, Goddess of the sun and nature, her gentle and kind heart. There was always someone with Jenna and they always stopped her before she could give in. But 90 years ago? She did go down to earth.

Worst mistake she made. Your great-grand-father managed to make powerfull cuffs and placed them around her wrists, making the sun and nature Goddess powerless against them, before they put her under a spell. A spell that would turn her into a statue forever and they made it more 'funny' for them, the spell would only be broken if an innocent girl from their bloodline would put a drop of her blood on her. The king swore that he would just give his future daughters and grand-daughters and further into the future away, but lucky them, they always had sons. Jenna could only watch.

They never had a daughter, until 80 years later. Your mother got pregnant before she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, you. The now great-grand-father was furious and scared, scared that the future grown up daughter would manage to break the spell that he put on the statue in the great hall on the second floor. But, the old man was weak, fragile, he couldn't do anything, his three sons, your three grandfathers, were disgusted.

Poor thing, you grew up with the comments of your grandfathers. You didn't even know why your three grand-fathers were so cruel to you. So you just grew up with them. Now, 10 years old, yet still innocent and playful as ever. You were always kind to your servants, you were lonely, but the servants were as close as you could call them friends.

But while you were spinning running through the halls, you accidently hit your head on the tip of the block, where the statue of a woman stood, blood now coating the block. You instantly cried, yelling for your father as he just picked you up and took care of you, unknown to you, you broke the spell. It was a slow process, the accident you had was two weeks ago. And now you always seem to ignore that statue.

Until tonight, you couldn't sleep and the castle was quieter than ever, so, you left the room, holding your teddy bear tightly in your room. While you were walking through the hallways, you walked past the statue. But the thing is, no one stood there anymore. You got scared, before you heard footsteps. Shyly you turned around, expecting your father, but because of the dark, you only saw a black person, but your innocent and young mind just made it think that it was a monster, you had no idea you were face to face with the goddess that was now free from her hands.

"Daddy! There's a monster! It's going to eat me!"

You yelled, until you just sobbed right on the spot, holding your teddy bear close. The shadowed person just instantly tensed up, grabbing a candle and lighting it with their bare hands, the goddess just stood there, standing infront of your tiny and sobbing stature.

"Oh dear! I'm not going to hurt you. Poor thing, did I scare you that much? I'm sorry."

Jenna said, the cuffs still around her wrists, she could only lit a few flames. But she still needed to get these cuffs off.

"I'm sorry, poor thing. You know, I'm a safe person, you know? You don't need to scream for your father."

She added, trying to help you, but she isn't good at comforting kids.