Prologue—
Robin Hood was a hero in some eyes and a villain in others. He stole from the rich and gave it all to the poor, playing against the rules like a rebel. He was considered an abomination to society. Hated by the rich and loved by the poor.
Now, what if I were to tell you that the great country of Olympus also had their own little robin hood rebel?
Their own green eyed renegade.
— At least that's what they call him.
The poor, peasant class all call him the guardian angel of their nation.
But, who is he really? Well, nobody knows anything except for the fact that he has striking green eyes.
Now, if we zoom in on the nation's golden capital, Omega City, full of life— people and cars zooming off to do whatever they need. Now then, if we move in closer and you will see the grand magnificent acropolis where the Royal King and Queen live. They are the nation's rulers of today who rule in absolute luxury. The king whose name we know to be Frederick the II is a very cunning and clever man, who was once the first hand scholar of the former now late King Zeus. Frederick II, you see, was very ambitious for the throne, so when King Zeus died, he found the chance to get what he wanted.
But one person was in his way— the highly trusted and greatly admired general of Olympus, General Poseidon, who was also in line to be the next king.
Now, I think you know what happens next, as does a lot of screwed up royal monarchies go. Yes, Frederick the II had Poseidon murdered discreetly, making it seem as if he and his whole family died in a terrible fire.
To the nation, he was utterly grieved by his passing. In the meantime, he was, by default, given the throne.
King Zeus did have a daughter, but she was, at the time, too young to rule. But King Frederick made new laws that prevented Thalia from ever being able to take her rightful place as queen of the country. She rebelled and that got her banished to the trash dumps along with her brother.
Frederick the II ruled with a harsh fist. The poor became even more needy outside the gates of the palace. Anyone who rebelled against his rule was banished or put through days of torture before getting executed.
He was ruthless to everybody except one— his beloved daughter, the golden girl of the city, with her honey golden curls that live up to her name and intelligent, radiant grey eyes, which do not fail to catch the gaze of men every time they sparkled.
Who would have known that she, a girl from the high elite, and he, an outcast who lives in the slums, would happen to meet in the most unexpected of situations.