When the ram's gift shines in mortal hands, the rightful heir shall rise, and a kingdom will tremble.
Zeus sat down absent-mindedly on the moonlit river shore. He didn't have to worry about his pants getting dirty as there was a millimeter of an air barrier between him and the ground.
He looked up at the sky. It was a cloudy night. He could clear the clouds if he wanted to , but the constellations weren't what he wanted to focus on today.
As the divine ruler of this reality and the Keeper of Balance, Zeus knew exactly how bad it'll be to bring someone from another reality. It's bound to induce an allergic reaction to the fabric of this world, but it shouldn't make it too sick.
His consciousness split as part of it squeezed through a tear in this world and went into another.
No. Biological life hasn't been created yet here. His consciousness moved to the next realm.
No. Boring world. They'd achieved world peace.
No. Their consciousness was not compatible with this world's.
No. The civilization here turned their planet inside out. It's been over a billion years since the last biological process had occurred.
Aha. The perfect world. And look at that -the civilization here seems to be in the middle of a war. The prime opportunity to see what a person truly is made of.
....
Hm?
Someone seemed to have caught Zeus's eyes.
Maybe he was the one Zeus was looking for after all. 'Let's see what he does.'
Zeus lied down on the cold, wet grass and got comfortable. He's got a show to watch, after all.