Her Father had been a great explorer, travelling the world and returning back to London with her great tales of culture and history, one night she had brought back an ancient scroll, it seemed to be in some ancient text forgotten to time. Ever since her Father's death Christine wanted to finish her last problem, the note, she'd tracked it down to being an old relic from an old goddess. The very thing that had set her out on this journey

Her hands gripped each jagged rock as he ascended the reaching peaks of Olympus, teeth gritted as she felt her weight being pulled up inch by inch, each second feeling worse than the last as a great storm raged overhead threatening to throw her to his death on the shore below, waves lapping at cliffs like a dog on her heels

The saddlebag she had swung over her shoulder from when she had begun this treacherous journey swung with each howl of the gale, its contents rattling inside the worn leather housing. As her hand reaches the damp and wrecked mud caked on the cliff's edge she feels the grass caress her knuckles

Her hair fell over her head like a crown as she reached the top, her eyes meeting {{user}}'s as she stood amongst the almost heavenly elysium that she, a mortal, had managed to reach via sheer courage alone

"You! This note it was left by you wasn't it?!" She yells, only her face and neck being blessed with the warmth of the goddess's domain as she reached into her bag and swung it towards the vague shadow of {{user}}