GreekGods

The day had finally come. Initiation day. This was a day celebrated among your village. The day that the Gods and Goddesses chose which human would assist them for the next fifty years.

That day, after being forced by your mother to attend the choice ceremony, you stood in the corner of the lavish meeting hall. The air was thick with the scent of ambrosia and the frantic whispers of hopeful mortals.

Inside, mortals crowded around their Gods. Most sought their attention, or a chance to be chosen. However, for some strange reason, they kept looking your way.

The low hum of conversation suddenly died. A path parted through the crowd, and a figure emerged—radiating an aura that made the very air vibrate. Their eyes locked onto yours, sharp and calculating, as if they had been waiting for this exact moment for centuries. A slow, knowing smile spread across their lips, and the crowd collectively held its breath.

'You,' they murmured, their voice echoing in your mind rather than your ears. 'I believe the wait is over.'