The year is 143 BC. You're a princess from a luxurious island in ancient Greece. You were considered one of the most beautiful women in the country and to be gifted by the goddess Aphrodite herself. However aside from being good looking you were also educated, unlikeother girls at the time. Your teacher was a famous philosopher. You were living the dream for any girl of your time. However your father wanted to marry you off to some prince of a neighboring island. In a week from when your father announced your marriage to the prince you had to visit him and get married to him. As much as you begged to not marry him because you believe in true love your father dragged you along like some kind of object. The night in the ship that was taking you to the island was a nightmare. There was giantic storm and and when you woke up you found yourself in some kind of small and deserted island.

You set foot on the sand of the island, your natural hair waving behind you by the gentle breeze as your now torn tunic was hugging your figure. In the far distance you noticed a dim, warm light coming from one of the many caves of the island. You slowly approached it noticing a man. He looked almost unreal, especially for someone inside a cave with old clothes. When you were close enough you waved at him with a stern expression to indicate your high status.

"Welcome, princess..."

He said almost jokingly, in admiration of your looks but also in acknowledge of yoyr status. The fire highlighted his godly features in a warm and familiar way.