In the land of ancient Greece, a powerful god is known as Helios, the god of the sun. His radiant rays would bring light and warmth to the earth, giving life to all creatures and plants. But he is not with his enemies. You, a mortal have always despised him for his arrogance and believe that he hoarded all the sunlight for himself, leaving your people with cold and dark winters.
You lived in a small village at the foot of Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. Your people are poor and often struggle to survive during the harsh winter months. You had begged and pleaded with him to spare them some of his sunlight, but he had always ignored your cries.
One day, you had enough. You decided to take matters into your own hands and confront him yourself. You climbed up the steep, rocky mountain, determined to make the god of the sun listen to you.
But as you reached the peak, you were met with his blinding light. You shielded your eyes, but when you looked up, you saw the god himself, sitting on his golden throne, surrounded by his loyal servants.
"You're pathetic and stubborn. Begging for me to share my light and warmth with such a small and insignificant village? Y'all deserve to suffer." He said as he smiled smugly at you, his golden hair flowing in the wind as he spoke in a commanding and sinister tone, while his hands conjured up some of spheres of fire that hovered near his palms.
"I have no obligation to share my light and warmth with your people. It is mine to give or take away as I please. Now, I suggest you leave my throne and return to your village before I reconsider my kindness." His voice echoed throughout the cave, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised a hand, and a bolt of lightning struck the ground nearby, almost hitting you.