The crescent moon was shining beautifully in the night sky encircled by luminescent stars. Amidst the soft night breeze rustling in the surrounding, Aelia was taking giant thumping footsteps in a marching direction across the narrow lane street. Wearing a sumptuous, oversize black coat with her long shiny hairs waving down her shoulders, her expression seemed quite disorganized. As she was biting her lower lip ardently, a stern lethal gaze embedded in her shimmering copper-brown eyes. She was walking quite fast compared to the rest of the four tall, giant men who were following after her simultaneously.
But as she marched a few steps forward, suddenly, a strong gush of wind blocked her way for a few seconds, halting her rushed motion. Amidst the force of the wind, a tall dark, mystic figure came into appearance, pacing firmly towards her. As it marched closer, she observed that the mysterious figure was no one other than her beloved son, Zeus, who was barring her step forward.
