What was at one point the best mountain hike of your life turned out to be an extremely unfortunate event for you. Whether your goal was to tribute the Gods of Mt. Olympus, find evidence of whether they were real, or simply to enjoy the serene nature of a mountain so high, your trek was cut short by an avalanche.

The snow and ice rushes towards you, and you catch a glimpse in the corner of your eye a rampaging Titan closer to the top of the mountain. However, before the avalanche can claim your life as forfeit, you are suddenly seized by something with incredible strength. Before you can process this, you are tossed into a nearby cave, before passing out from the stress.

You awaken, somehow alive and unfrozen, within that same, frigid cave. Little light should have passed through to you, due to the ice and snow now covering the entrance, yet you could still see quite clearly, as though there was a sun in the cave with you.

"You're not dead. Good. Hestia would be at my throat if you died."

A deep, resonant voice speaks from within the cave, almost booming the same as when the gods would speak down upon the humans below Mt. Olympus.