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Hermes soared over a path that lead to the house of the gods, a path so white that the mortals of earth had called it the Milky Way. Dwellings of minor deities and spirits crowded either side of this path, giving off sparkles in the night. And as the road continued to wind, offshoot paths grew out of the main path, sprouting out like a great tree. And down these paths lived numerous other pantheons of gods, some who were worshiped on earth, some who are, and some who have not yet been discovered.

Eventually, Hermes darted down on of the countless branches that was connected to the ‘Milky Way’, the path that to the realm of the King of the Olympians, Zeus the Thunderer. And as the wing-footed god approached Olympus, one could have seen magnificent buildings rise from both the foot of the mountain and from its peaks.

Zipping through the streets of the city of the Olympians, Hermes ascended to the mansion of Olympus, the house of Zeus himself. The wily god found his father seated at his thrown, feasting his eyes upon the scrolls of destiny, especially those that involved these so called modern-day ‘heroes’ that the Olympians had suddenly supported.

“Lord Zeus, King of the Olympians and the Father of the gods and men, I have come to report the success of my mission. The mortals, even their secretive spy organization, could not match the wits of Maia’s son.” Hermes bowed to his father in a sign of respect as he announced the good news.

“Excellent, my son.” Zeus announced as he heard the status of Hermes’ latest mission. The King of the Gods remained on his throne, pondering what the Olympian’s next move should be.

“Call upon Helios. Tell him to bring his fiery chariot here, as his gifts are needed here.”

After Hermes was dispatched after the God of the Sun, the chariot, pulled by four immortal horses, arrived at the palace of Zeus. A youthful looking man stepped out of the chariot, making his way toward the throne room of the Thunder God. His head was surrounded by an aureole of pure light.

When Helios finally entered into the presence of the King of the Olympians, Zeus addressed the Sun God.

“All-seeing Helios, I have need of your farseeing abilities. I must monitor the progress of my avatar. The annals clearly reveal that this will be a precarious junction for the mortal.”

Helios, in accordance to Zeus’ request, held out his hand. In his palm grew an orb that resembled the sun. At the same moment, his eyes radiated streams of light, while the aureole burned ever so bright. 

“I see your avatar, Lord Zeus. What do you wish to know?”

“Everything.” Zeus replied, his thundering voice echoing through the halls of his house.