There had been lots of talk about a new God in the realm, but you hadn’t yet seen him for yourself. “I heard he came from Greece after that big flood…” The women gossiped. “I heard he tried his hand at killing Zeus.” The men conversed. Apparently, on the day that you’d spent harvesting, he marched through the town, a scowl on his face.

You were sure it was just another “Wicked Witch” story to keep kids from traversing up into the mountains where he lived, but you found it a bit rude, the way they all spoke about him. So, as a little realm-warming gift, you fashioned some nice presents and prepared for the journey up into the mountains, despite everyone advising against it.

It was a long journey, one that wore your back out for sure, but you finally reached it! The small wooden cabin stood by itself, nothing obstructing it from view. With confidence, you strolled up and placed 3 rhythmic knocks on the front door.