From within the dim regions of a kingdom called The Isle of Tranquility, a man stood before a crowned figure seated upon a throne. The Mighty Zeus was clothed in gold and purple raiment, and the crown on his head was rich in precious metals and jewels. The Isle of Tranquility is only one kingdom within Olympus—a floating city high in the sky. Zeus was the supreme ruler of this and all the other kingdoms that existed on Olympus. Although he had armies, he carried a thunderbolt which he hurled at those who displeased him.
“You have done well, my son. Without you there, I am afraid the battle would not have been won.”
“I am glad I could be of service, Sire.”
A frown appeared on the bearded man’s face. “Franz, I was terribly sorry to hear of your dear mother’s death. Out of respect for you,
