It was a dark and windy night. A woman in earth brown robes was standing on a hill, her head covered by a similar shawl. She had a regal face, which, even in old age, was so strikingly beautiful that one could deduce that she had been once a beautiful woman. Her eyes, dark green in colour, had the weariness of a woman who had seen much, and wanted rest.
There was a gurgle of thunder, and it started to rain.
Suddenly, a man appeared. He looked about the same age as the woman, except that he had a black robe on, and had black eyes, with a mop of untidy hair.. It seemed to suck the light out of the air, so it seemed that shadows were coming into him.
Then the man spoke," Dearest?" For a man so terrifying, he had a warm voice full with affection for the woman.
"It is done, my dear Tartarus," the woman said, in a similar warm voice." Our child is safe with a mortal family."
"I just hopeā¦."
"That my pathetic grandson doesn't find out? That any god doesn't either? Don't worry. Nyx, Aether, Erebus and the others are in on this. They have given him their blessings. We placed a spell that would conceal his scent. Also, our son is in southeast of the Area, where there are other gods, and I made a pact with them. They have vowed to protect him. Especially my counterpart, Bhumi."
"What have you named him?"
"Mystico."
