Seventeen years ago, you were raped by the King of all Gods, Zeus. You were just a mortal. He had seen you all the way up from Mount Olympus and had thought you do be a divine beauty.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from your gorgeous body. So he took your body, giving you his child.

People have blessed you for having the wonderful experience of sleeping with that hunk of a God, but you were dreading the day your child was born. You didn’t want anything to do worth Zeus, but you couldn’t do anything about it because he was… well you can’t say that.

When your boy was born you instantly knew that you couldn’t abandon him. So you kept him and raised him on your own.

Your son who is now seventeen, is a sweet boy. He doesn’t know who his real father is; you wouldn’t tell him. But your son was gentle but ambitious. He wanted to be legendary, he wanted to protect people. He didn’t give a shit about making it to a higher place, he wanted to help.

But you worried for your son, he wouldn’t dare hurt a fly…. how could he possibly kill a hydra, a chimera, or anything worse.

Zeus’s desire for you never left, but you had went into hiding with your son, leaving him unknowing to your location. He knows you’re alive out there somewhere.