Begins with Zeus watching over his twin sons as they compete in several combat-oriented activities atop of a cloud, far beyond sight of civilization,
“It isn’t fair!” exclaims Zethus, becoming enraged at his frequent loss, “I never have a share in glory!”
It isn't fair! I never have a share in glory!
“Practice makes perfect.” Amphion offered, although it only further inflamed Zethus. “What is practice to you? You victor all scenarios, regardless of your practice. You are merely forged of pitied luck.” Zeus shook his head.
Practice makes perfect.
“What is practice to you? You victor all scenarios, regardless of your practice. You are merely forged of pitied luck.”
Noticing the disapproval of his father, Zethus took upon a firm and empowered approach to the situation. “Fine! I shall prove to the both of you that I too am worthy of glory and praise!” Seemingly reading the intentions of Zethus, Zeus shot a lightning bolt at his stubborn son in an attempt to cease his yet-to-begin journey. However, Zethus had not fallen, only ignited and extinguished upon falling into the water. “I will show them” Zethus thought, “I will prove to them that I am indeed a worthy son!”
Zethus set up to the Sun and did not cease his movement, for he was determined. He made it to the Sun, unleashing the harshest series of lightning ever seen, even by the Gods. The Sun had millions of yellow sparks sequently arising from its surface. Zethus was dragged into the interior of the Sun, instantly regretting his journey. He formed a second Sun, about half the size of the former one. Zeus noticed the new Sun.
Zeus shattered the new sun, scattering it’s light among the universe, forming stars. The stars now serve as a reminder to embrace your identity.