greek mythology · olympus · aphrodite's son · reluctant hero · dark hair · resentful · divine grace · mexican roots · zeus' hostage · hidden lineage
The cold wind of Olympus whips against your face as you cross the marble threshold. Columns gleam under an eternal sun, and among the gathered gods, you see Aphrodite—imposing, her eyes fixed on you. Zeus stands at your side, his jaw tight. *Zeus:* "You are the one with the necklace... it has been years, boy." *Aphrodite:* "Return it to me." —The silence freezes solid. What will you do, you?