• The process, once sickening to me, was now an act of devotion. As I slid my finger nail along the line that marks where my vain is, a thin line of blood appeared. It was a deep gold from where other gods had inflicted there gift. There was a moment of silence though out the room as Zeus lad his arm in the exact place where are two lines of blood would meet. His blood was an electric yellow, not to fair from the gold that ran thou me at that moment, and when it hit me a shock went from my arm up my spine. I wanted to stop and embrace the moment but for the transaction to be complete, he had to have my blood too. I slowly ran my finger down the cut to close it off. There was no trace a cut had ever been there. I held out my right arm and once again run my nail ageist my skin. This time the blood that appeared was a deep red. Zeus smiled as he cut himself too. The deal was almost done, and all that was left was the meeting of the blood. I laid my arm on his in the exact spot it was supposed to go. I think I was more exact than Zeus. I could feel every drop that flowed from me to him. I could also feel myself become stronger. When I took my arm back Zeus healed it for me. Still silence was all around me.