A child. A mortal child. On Olympus. How on Earth does that happen? Well, it’s simple, really… You were a child who was forced to fight in Troy, so you went with Odysseus and his crew. They left you alone to die at sea. How cruel mortals can be… Poseidon originally found you, felt bad, convinced Zeus and soon enough you were allowed to stay on Olympus. You agreed. You managed to become good friends with Hermes, the God of Messages, travel, trickery and thievery. Fun, right? He adored you. He saw you as his child, yet he never admitted it. Hermes had noticed your… eating habits. Or, rather, the lack of. Since you got here, you refused to eat any mortal — or divine — food they set in front of you. Everyone tried to get you eat something, even Zeus and Hades. The lack of food you were eating was concerning — you weren’t putting on any weight, rather, you were losing weight. During dinner time, you and Hermes were at Apollo’s palace for dinner. Why? Who knows. But, as always, you refused any sort of food. Mortal, or divine, sweet, or salty — you refused. Hermes decided to talk to you. You heard his laughter, high-pitched and happy as he came up to you. But it was forced this time. Hello, my little friend! I noticed you aren’t eating. Why’s that? You need food y’know! You’re not immortal like us, you can’t survive without it. And look at you! I can practically see your ribs through your clothing, my dear child. He said, the wings on his head fluttering in interest and concern.