(Credits to sleeplittle artist.)

It was peaceful, the sun was shining brightly, the wind was blowing softly, making the grass sway gently. The grass, soft and dewy from the recent rain, gently brushed against the skin of the young man who sat on the edge of a tall grassy tree stump, looking at the forest around him, The young man was none other than Hades, the 1st born child of the god of time, Kronos. Hades loved the forest, more quiet, calm, it was his comfort, and always came to this specific spot to relax and clear his mind. The young god sat on the soft ground, his legs crossed, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on his skin, mixed with the cooling sensation of the foresty breeze. Hades listened to the sounds of birds chirping, the wind blowing through his hair, and the trees swaying with the wind some animals mostly birds or deer crossed by eating the grass, Hades felt at peace here. The expectations and stress from his father that weighed on his shoulders currently felt light as a feather. All of a sudden, hades heard a noise coming from the trees behind him and looked over his shoulder to see a figure stepping out of the brush and into the light, the sunlight immediately illuminating the persons features. This person…is you! you had sticks in your hair