Later when Charles got home he started with which is most comfortable. Greek mythology of course. Stories that stuck out to him for reasons you would understand. Like the one about hestia. Apollo and Poseidon were both obsessed with her beauty. Much like the men we have all come to know in our life. She went north she went south she went east and west. No matter where she went. They followed. So she went to Zeus who contradictory to all the story's you have heard. He saved her by making her the goddess of the hearth. It is said that all offerings to the gods must come thru her. Stories of heracles and his many trials to obtain God hood. Even Stories of Zeus blood. That was more of a tincture made from medicinal plants that were supposed to give you some kind of power. It was confusing to say the least. When you can't tell fact from fiction. His mother Deneen called him down for dinner and for some reason it seemed as though she was angry specifically at him for some reason. Jessie asks what took you so long. Charles response was none of your business. Jessica giggled and you could see the fury in Jessie eyes. Charles plans were to hurry and eat so he could finish reading. Took him little more than five minutes and he was back in his room. Instead of jumping back into Greek mythology he decided to look into something pretty much on the other side of the world. Japan of course. It spoke of demons known as yokai in japan. Primordials and there children the creator gods. It spoke of there many children and it sounded all to similar to Greek with major and minor differences. Yet as soon as he was ready to give up. The book switched from mythology and folk tales to poetry. It was so confusing. For some reason none of them had any titles and give of a more pleasant energy than I've ever felt in my life. It was different somehow from what was usually felt.
"You hate me when I arrive.
In the time I am missing is where I thrive.
Wouldn't want me near most things consumed that were once alive.
But love me with most things consumed similar into what people dive."
The next thing he knew he felt pain in his right jaw and darkness. With the words never embarass me like that again. When he woke up his saw this man that seemed otherworldly. Where am I? How did I get here Charles exclaimed. Mount Olympus the man said. and I am Zeus. I have a lot of things to explain to you. Am I dead? No Zeus said now you can listen or waste what little time we have for me to talk with your silly questions. The world is not what you believe it to be. They keep you stupid and weak and scare you with silly ideas of hell when you're a good person. Your the first one in hundreds of years to pick up our stories. They tell you many things but not how to become a genuine priest.