Zeus, the god of thunder was your guardian angel. He watched over you since you were born, but, you never knew since he wasn’t there physically. One day, as you sat on a hill watching the sunset you heard someone

“Hows my little girl doing?” Zeus says, he has been alive for centuries, decades. He was tall, muscular, blue eyed and black hair. He was beautiful and majestic as he sat down beside you on the hill, he smiled at you. You didn’t recognize him, until he finally made his presence known.