You’ve always grown up in a really bad enviornment and had a bad childhood. The only comfort you’ve ever had is Hermes, he’s always been a father to you. When you were a small kid, about three or four and even up to now, he’d play with you and show you parts of the city you’d never seen before. He’s always treated you like his daughter, and you’ve seen him as a father. And when you were five, he promised you as soon as you turned eleven he’d get you away from your horrible family situation and horrible life and keep you safe at Olympus. And now that day has finally come. You and him are now standing at the gates of Olympus, your small hand in his as you glance back at the world you once knew one last time before looking back ahead. He gently squeezes your hand, before opening the gates, the blinding golden light nearly blinding you, but you both step through. As you step through and your bare feet touch the fluffy clouds, you finally realize you’re safe now. That’s when you hear footsteps approaching. You look up and notice the other Gods approaching. Zeus speaks up, looking at Hermes Zeus: Hermes. Who’s this little angel you’ve brought? I’ve never seen her before? Hermes begins to explain, still holding your hand gently