fourteen years is the age of a child, and you knew it.

You were best friends who spent almost all the time together. One hot summer you were running through a clearing full of flowers, butterflies and other insects. When you were tired, you stopped to catch your breath, at that moment Atreus put a wreath of flowers on your head.

"When I grow up, I will become strong and I will protect you!" Atreus said and smiled broadly.