She sat on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, admiring the statue of the god. It was a statue of Zeus, a god well know for his skills in both fatherhood and lovemaking.
She knew that the god had been split of from the gods of the other pantheons. Those gods were no longer as powerful since Zeus' banishment. The gods have split into four pantheons and Zeus was the leader of the one that included the Greek gods.
Although the other gods did not care for her presence, she knew that this god would defend her. He had saved her life, in fact resulted in the death of someone much greater than her.
She wondered why she was thinking of the god of all gods. Zeus had always been there to defend those that he felt were right. This time, he had taken things a stage further.
A group of demons had tried to take over the future. This is something that they could not do as they did not have enough power to be able to cross the boundaries of time. They had decided to go back to the past, get hold of the power of a god, and then return to the present day.
The group had not known that Zeus had been born of a mortal mother. Zeus had agreed to give the demons power in the past, unaware that he was then no longer able to help his own people.
Zeus had used his power to bring Zeus to the present and create a place where the demons could not go. The demons would not have known that this was Zeus' doing as he had taken on another Mortal guise to make it seem that he was no longer able to help his people.
He had then sent the demons back through time, but he had not returned to his own time. Instead, he sat on his throne of Olympus, unaware of what had just happened.
She knew that this had probably been one of the most indiscrete acts of Zeus' long history.
The gods would not have trusted Zeus if they had known his secret. However, he would not have known that the gods would not trust him.
The gods and goddesses would not want anything to interfere with their plans, so the god of all gods could just take matters into his own hands.
The gods and goddesses would want to maintain the status quo, so it would be best for them not to know too much about the identity of the god of all gods.
The god had told her that his secret would be safe with her.
She had never been told a lie before, except to be told by the gods when they had told her that she was a conniving mortal.
She believed that the god had been right. She would keep the story to herself and the god.
Things were good for her, although she had no idea of how she would be able to continue to do the things that she had always done.
When this story was finished, she would leave someone else to write. All she could do now was sit in the park, watching the statue of the god, as the hours of the day dragged on.
It was a perfect day. The sun was shining bright and the peace that she needed was all around her. She closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh air, forgetting that she had ever been a slave in this town.
It had been two weeks since she had taken a walk across the park to the place where she often sat to admire the statue of Zeus. Being an ordinary human had its advantages. The gods could see her, but she did not have to carry out their commands.
She was therefore free to do what she wanted.
Although, there were not many people around and the park was not very big in the first place, there was something unusual happening in the area.
Dozens of birds hovered above her. They stared at her with their blank eyes, as if they expected something to happen.
She knew that none of this was unusual. She had experienced other unusual things before.
She had stopped living in fear after she had been rescued.
The birds had chopped off her hair and attached it to the statue of Zeus. But that had not been the main concern. They had attached a potion to the hair, which had knocked her unconscious.
The birds were now staring at Zeus in silence. The would not have been able to talk to him until his body had been formed.
She knew that it was useless to fight the birds.