Anthea laid on her death bed her children and her children's children grouped around her. Her husband long since gone to the Elysian Fields. "Mother tell us the story of your life" said he eldest daughter with eyes just like her father's.
"If it be the last story you tell, let that be the one, I think we're all old enough to hear it now" Anthea nodded and began the story.
Hercules and Aeolus had stopped in the city of Athens to see Aeolus's girlfriend but she had sadly moved on to someone who was always around. "I'm sure it will be alright" said Hercules
"I suppose your right I mean there are other girls"
"Exactly"
"If you don't mind my saying so I think that girl is crazy she should have waited, I would have" said a neat blond wearing white and covered from head to toe,
"Anthea" yelled an older man
"I had better go"
"Your husband calling you" said Aeolus she smiled and yelled
"Coming Father" she skipped away
"She was nice"
"Don't get your hopes up most of the girls here are already promised" said Hercules
"Do you think so?"