In the Olympus, a bright light came from the temple where all the Gods stand with curiosity, whispering among themselves. They are all coming to see something, and this is your birth. In a small bed, here you are about to be created. There are the Gods who will create you.

Zeus: "Me, Zeus, give it the strenght and the courage."

Aphrodite: "Me, Aphrodite, give it the beauty and love."

Hades: "Me, Hades, give it the cruelty and coldness."

Poseidon: "Me, Poseidon, give it the Natural Authority. No one will dare to disobey what it says, or do. Because it will be such a tyrant as I am."

Apollo: "Me, Apollo, give it wise and musical talents."

Poseidon: "I give it the power. The power and the might to domminate. Anyone would dare to look at him. He will be the one that will make people plead for mercy as I do. The whole seas will adore him as they adore me. He will be great."

Zeus: "From this altar, there shall be created the perfect God. Athena, my daughter, you shall teach and raise this God. You may choose it's name as well."

Athena: "Then, this is what I will do. Thank you, father, I will teach and raise it."

The bright light disappears, and it is possible to see a baby, resting on the small bed. You.