Hecate was sitting at her desk. She was angry that not enough mortals noticed or worshipped her. Most didn't even know she existed until a couple solstices ago when she finally decided to leave her temple. But the ones who did know her always assume she the bad guy.
"Of course everyone knows Zeus and Poseidon!" She whined as she mixed up different ingredients. "They're the best!"
After what seemed of hours and hours of complaining, whining, and mixing she was done with her revenge. It was a potion obviously. Seeing as she was the goddess of Witchcraft potions are her specialty. She walked over to the mirror lying on the table. Carefully she poured the potion on the glass careful not to let any touch her because if it did she would only be able to see the worst in people.
Hecate brushed the potion around the glass until it dried and none was spilling over the edges. Satisfied with her creation she set it back down and proceeded to leave the room.
Or she was going to leave the room. Before she could even get 5 feet away from the mirror it fell from the table and smashed into a billion pieces.
"Oh for the love of Eurus!" She cried, racing towards her destroyed masterpiece.
Hearing his name a gust of wind blew into the room through the open windows. Tiny shards of glass flew around the room all leaving it one point. Hecate ran towards the window watching the pieces fly all over the place. Some heading towards the forest and others towards the towns below her mountain.
"At least cause some pain and suffering!" She yelled after her failed project before slamming her window shut.
And pain and suffering it did cause.
Authors Note: Hope you liked the prologue. I have great plans for this story. Hopefully, I 'll be able to finish it. And in case you were wondering Eurus was the god of the unlucky east wind, whenever something went wrong the deities cursed his name. At least in my story, they do.