Crete Island, an inconspicuous part of the ocean, was destined to be renowned for generations in the epics of later ages.
Zeus, still an infant, was thrown here, but he didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he and his swaddling clothes were hung among the branches. This place was neither heaven, nor earth, nor sea, so the authority of the Divine King could not warn its master or allow him to sense his own bloodline.
On this isolated island, the young Zeus spent his most vulnerable time. When the infant cried, thunder would sound to cover his voice; when the infant was hungry, Goat Amalthea would feed him her milk, allowing him to draw from the strength left by the Goddess of Wisdom. This tiny island was protected by the power of the God of the Ocean, and sea monsters could not approach here, nor could birds, and no one could discover Zeus, who grew up on the island.
