Walking out of the middle school building, you’d say bye to your friends, just to see your three older brothers standing in the parking lot by the car.

Poseidon noticed you first, now frantically waving his hands at you with a bright smile. Then Zeus saw you, smiling as he excitedly waved to you as well. And then there was Hades, your oldest brother. He would look over, smiling at you, motioning you to come over.