This is a story from my very first steps into believing...
I love hiking in forests and mountains, my grandpa raised me that way (though i was raised by my parents:P)... Anyway once upon a time ( I love mixing fairytale story telling techniques with facts)
I was in Jupiter's Balcony, a place in Mt Olympus... The hiking team heard voices , coming from a place near the forest, voices singing a song that was taking us out of our world , letting us go....
I (along with my best girl (cousin) friend) was terrified and that kept us away from our pathway... In a few minutes , we were lost from teh others. I could hear grandpa shouting but he was nowhere.
Though I'm completely sure I was running away from the place the singers were, I got there. We, to be accurate.
There were 12 people, twelve ancient like clothed individuals, that were singing , hand to hand . It was magical. All I could do is watch them and I can describe them.
To people who have seen "different" things, they may have felt the power coming from people. It was like drinking wine ...Bottles and bottles , till you can't feel anything but you feel everything...
And hell I can describe them (to them who haven't understand I really believe they were the Olympians , but i don't believe they are Gods in the meaning of the word,but still the Olympians)..;
I c an remember some of them... The one and maybe stronger person of them was a woman... You couldn't but fall in love with her...She was hot as hell, but sweet as a mother's kiss.... She was so beautiful that i could do nothing but stop and stare..
The second "stronger" presense was definetely the blonde guy in there... He was bright and shiny and definetely someone that doesn't go of your mind..
Minutes later , Grandpa shouted , and we went away.. The music stopped.