You were on a dangerous quest, your father Ares and the all the gods you somehow made friends with by going on the Olympus. And Hades watching from the Underworld. Were watching your fight intently.

As you were fighting, a vine somehow planted in your palm, it took you some seconds for realize it was poisonus. But you couldn't afford to die

With a few slashes. You killed the monster... But now the poison was starting its effect, and spreading in your veins

You are just a child...