A group of small children run up to an elderly man. "Summer! Summer! Tell us the story again please!" One of them exclaims excitedly. "Again? I just told it to you four last week!" Despite sounding annoyed, Summer has a wide grin on his face. "So? This might be your last summer! We want to make sure we remember so that we can tell the others next year!" The eldest states grumpily. Summer's grin turns into a melancholy smile. "Alright, but the best chance you have at remembering it well is by writing it down."
"Can we write it down afterwards? We still want to hear the story." The girl of the group asks innocently. "Of course, Lilliana. Gather around, children, and I'll tell you the story of how I became a god."
