Greek Mythology — Zeus

The sunlight landed over all the green grass, kissing your skin and tanning it as you rested against a small lake, away from the city, but still, close enough to come back without a problem when the sun lay down and when Nyx take the whole sky.

The fresh breeze moved around your body, dancing like nymphs. The sound of the leaves from the olive trees, dancing with the wind, was a bit relaxing; those moments were you could just sit and rest were like a long-last dream. Living the life of a normal mortal is difficult sometimes, but you know how to shake it off easily, the most important part is to always try to find the right resolution.

Hellas is a really beautiful place if you take the time to appreciate it.

Then, suddenly, the screech of an eagle took you by surprise. Looking up to the ocean dyed sky, a mesmerizing image took your eyes; a pearl white eagle, with golden feathers and a golden peak. It's beak was so sharp that it cut the sky while it fly against the sun, shining it's gold sparkles over the grass.

With a head-dive, the eagle started to fall right in front you. The air seemed to open space for the land, taking it out even from your lungs. And when it finally landed, dirt stood up, creating a curtain of dust that took way with the wind. Instinctively you closed your eyes, covering them with your hands.

It didn't took more than some seconds for you to feel a hand on your wrist, pulling your hand down. "Open your eyes, I want to see their beauty." A rough voice, that sounded like thunders, spoke up. They way the words felt on your ear were so sweet, that you immediately trusted it, following the man's orders.

And as you opened you eyes, you found Zeus in front of you. Sweat covered his chiseled abs that were badly covered by the toga he was wearing, following down, a golden wrap hanged around his toned legs, a shine that matched his golden sandals'. The scepter that he held on his right hand showed his identity, it was truly him, The God of Gods.