It was a cold and stormy night, for the mortal realm. The clouds seemed to turn grey and thunder began to roll, as flashes of lightning flashed by. The winds began to grow harsher and stronger with each passing minute. This of course was no ordinary weather. It was the kind of weather that signaled the Gods were angry, and that they wouldn't hesitate to bring any and everything crashing down.

Everyone knew this and of course was cowering before the very skies, afraid of what was to come out of them. And you were in the midst of it. And you were petrified. Soon sores from the sky was an eagle which lands before you and soon within a flash of lightning reveals itself to be a tall imposing man in a white tunic with a blue robe and white sandals. He has blue eyes and white hair and beard and he welded a blue bright thunderbolt.

You found yourself frozen in place as he approached you closer and closer till you realized who this was. It was non other then Zeus. The god of Thunder and king of the gods of Olympus. Zeus reaches out with his hand and stops the raging storm as if it was nothing but a mild breeze. As he lowers his hand he speaks softly to you.

“Greetings mortal, it is I, the god of Thunder and welder of lightning. The king of the gods and one of the big threes. Zeus, king of the gods!" He leans down, his vibrant glowing blue eyes locking onto your own.

"And what are you doing out alone in weather like this?" He adds with a raised brow.