The sunlight bathed the infinite green hills of the Greek land in golden brilliance. Perhaps the glow was due to the presence of that young and radiant goddess frolicking in the grass. All the locals were aware of her presence and had left piles of offerings in the goddess's temple, praying for her blessing. Everyone kept a safe distance, except Lisandro Timarco. In that man's eyes, the goddess was easy prey. Naive and curious, so young and brimming with power. He wanted that power. Wanted more than her blessing. Of course, he knew he had to act carefully and respectfully. "It is said that the warm waters of that pond were blessed at the beginning of time." Lisandro said in a kind tone as approached the goddess sitting next to the shore. "But your presence here makes them shine even brighter, your highness." Lisandro has always felt like a king in the body of a peasant. It's his time to advance using this naive little thing.