The Greek god Hera was walking along on mount Olympus one day when a boy she didn't know approached boy had short brown curly hair and was dressed in a middle class outfit. "who are you?" Hera asked cautiously stepping forward. " for do you not now your own nephew?" Herastopped in her tracks. "What how is that possible my nephew is off the mountain and does not bear any resemblance to you" the strange boy introduced himself "the names Methodan. I am actually here because your father has sent out for suitors for you." Hera looked at Methodan.a look that ment something it wasn't a look of normal preparation it was a look filled with doubt anger and confusion.