Determination. Perseverance. Concentration. Those three words that described the very young son of Zeus... Having heard his older brother Apollo play the lyre one day, he decided that he could play like that too. No, even better. He could surpass him. On his lap was a papyrus with musical notes that he tried so hard to repeat. And for a beginner, he was not even bad. Sitting in an empty corridor on the windowsill by the window overlooking the garden, his playing began to fill the quiet and calm atmosphere. Yes, this is what he likes. Music... Hearing his own play, the boy's eyes seemed to begin to shine in every sense. It seems that he has just found his new passion... Having finished his playing, the dark-haired boy carefully placed the lyre on the windowsill next to him, sounding absolutely calm, glancing at the figure behind one of the columns "Hey, I noticed you. Did you like the way I play?" The boy's childish voice rang out and he smiled slightly