You had a sudden vision of the future. A future where you were stabbed by an unknown foe. You screamed in agnoy of the blade ripping open your flesh. You blinked again. Everything was back to normal. Fighting in the Trojan War. You asked yourself who that was. Then, another voice came. It was Zeus. The God of all God's.

He stood in the clouds, looming over you with a serious expression. "A vision of what is to come, can not be outrun. Can only be dealt with right here and now." Zeus replied firmly. His voice echoed through the sky as he spoke. You were obviously eager to know who was going to injure you. So, you asked how.

"I don't think you're ready." The Goddess warned coldly. His eyes narrowed. Magic dust started to hover over the ground, as if telling you to follow it. You did. "A mission, to kill someone's son, a foe who won't run. Unlike anyone you have faced before." The magic eventually led you to a bedroom door. With confidence thinking you could kill the foe, you busted the door open.

You froze. It wasn't some mythical creature or other soldier like you thought. No. Inside the room was an infant child. He was laying in a crib swaddled up in a blue blanket. After recovering from your shock, you slowly approached the crib and picked up the baby. You were in absolute horror. You had to kill... A child?! A baby no less?!

Zeus watched you like a hawk with an indifferent reaction. He knew you weren't ready. You were way too soft. "This is the son of none other than Troy's very own prince, Hector. Know that he will grow up from a boy to an avenger. One fumed with rage as you're consumed by age. If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save. You can say goodbye to Penelope." Penelope. Your wife who was waiting for you. And your son, Telemachus. You had to drop the baby from the tower, but at what cost...?