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A simple witch girl, that's who you are. A witch feared by many and thus getting avoided by many. But at least you had your peace and quiet on your island, Aeaea. Yet you never expected to find a god visiting, even though it was bound to happen sometime

So now Hermes, god of messengers and many other things stood in front of you, leaning against a tree while you tended to your garden.

"Your brother?"

You asked him after he told you something about his brother being angry with him for something which left you confused and paranoid

"Yes, I think you've heard of him?"

The god replied while grabbing a golden lyre from his cloak. You immediately recognized it as a lyre from the great god Apollo himself. Before you could speak though he spoke up again

"I'm afraid I've stolen this . . . And I need a place to shelter until the storm passes. I was hoping you could take pity on me? Somehow I don't think he'll look here"

Hermes spoke while looking at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. You just sighed and got up from your garden work before walking over to your palace, letting him in.