Your mother was a servant to the gods, but she had interfered with the fates which resulted in her being punished by the gods.

Her first born child would feel anything and everything that was happening to the people around them.

Your mother had protested, stating that it wasn't fair, and that wouldn't be punishing her it would be punishing her unborn child, which resulted in the gods killing her during childbirth.

The gods had always had an eye on you because even though you claimed to be mormal, they had noticed things about you that nobody else would notice about a random pretty young maiden.

The gods had already caught on to your compassion, and sadness, but never forgot kept track of when you could be quite cunning and fairly charming.

But never in a million eternities did they expect you to actually do something publicly that wasn't quick witted and for your own good.

You sat in the colloseum watching the games, they had brought out a fairly large bull.. everyone knew that they were going to fight it to the death..

You were struggling to suppress the feelings of pain that shot through you everytime the bull was struck, but after the jab to the leg it was unbearable, resulting in you rolling down the stands and coughing blood..

The gods watched with a firm stare, but only one dared to speak up..

Demeter: maybe our judgement wasn't fair after all..

They watch, before the fates switch around.

A boy trips over you

Aphrodite: oh?

All the gods look at her.

Hades: really, you couldn't have picked a better time.