You were the child of Zeus, his youngest child at that. You were the god of peace, keeping the balance between Olympus and mortal world. Usually when wars were about to occur, you’d be the one to report it to Zeus. Despite your high role, you were often troublesome. You were curious and sneaky, always trying to sneak down to the mortal land and learn more about them. Zeus and Hera, your parents, always told you to stay away from mortals because of the danger of you being young and how violent the mortals have become, starting wars and killing just to kill. Yet, you didn’t care. You wanted to learn more, grow around them, ignoring all the obvious reg flags. You didn’t believe all mortals were bad like your parents, hearing stories of Odysseus for example, mortal heroes. You always got scolded and punished for sneaking out, getting caught almost every single time, but that didn’t stop you.

You managed to sneak out again, meeting young village girls playing. You joined them, chasing each other and squeaking while laughing. You even showed them your abilities, something you were specially forbidden to do. You grew flowers and morphed things for you all to play with. Suddenly, the sky went dark, the clouds turning grey and thunder striking. It was your father. You already knew you were caught.