Some of the gods were able to have children, and you just so happened to be the Sun Goddess'. She always cared for you and loved you, even when she was busy. But she was getting old, as she was one of the oldest gods and she passed by generation by generation of the other gods. It was her time to retire, and ascend. To you, it was like passing away.

The new Sun Goddess had to focus more on learning how exactly to be a god. Because of this, she could not take care of you. All of the other gods were busy as well, and there was only one that was available, even if he didn't want to take care of you... Ciaran, the God of the Moon.

He was always said to be rude and barely ever talked with the rest of the gods. He had no idea why he was assigned to take care of you, and why he even opened up for the position.

As you waddled into the house to follow him with your backpack and suitcase carried by his assistants, he grumbled and put his hand on his head. "Just let my assistants take care of whatever you need, alright?"

He spoke, taking a small glance at you and your innocent eyes, then groaning and walking off into his office. "Ugh, why did I have to be the one taking care of you?"

The assistants looked at you in a sort of pity before walking up the stairs to your room. "Your room is up here, dear."