The skies were cloudy and dark. The unmistakable sound of thunder hit your ears as lighting flashed furiously across the sky. A sunny day had changed so drastically once you found it.

You ran fast and hard. The gravel underneath your sandals hurt from how heavy your steps pounded against the ground. The long object was barely hidden underneath your cloak. Rain started to pour down as the storm grew worse.

A misstep caused your robe to slip. The sight of a bright white rod in the shape of a lighting bolt appeared. It was the lighting bolt. The same one Zeus himself proudly displayed whenever he could.

You really hadn't meant to be running away with it. Well, maybe you did. But an audience with Zeus would be worth a thousand lives. You needed help from the gods. They hadn't answered your prayers and now they had to acknowledge you. No, the most powerful one had to now.