I had caught the attention of Zeus. I knew him instantly, for he was everything stories and depictions of him said and more. He towered over me, a head taller at least. Some imagined him with white hair as the leader of the gods, but the truth was not so. His hair was black, though I could see reddishness in it, long and curly with a full, masculine beard to match. His tan skin betrayed no lines as signs of age, yet he had a presence of being older, wiser, powerful. Blue eyes pierced through me like the boom of his voice, and if there was any doubt about who this was before me, his all-white
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