The road ahead was just as beautiful and serene. A distinct floral scent filled her senses and she saw bushes of colourful flowers around. There was the sound of water flowing freely nearby. She followed the sound and reached a stream. The stream had clear and fresh water. Even if this was a dream, she still could not control her thirst and took a handful of the water to take a sip. "Hmm, The water is so sweet!", she exclaimed.

"Stay still!", someone shouted and brought her out of her reverie. She looked at the direction of the voice and saw a group of men and women. Amidst them she saw a beautiful man. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was fair and built well. The sunlight highlighted his striking features and golden hair. His ocean like blue eyes were looking at her with an amused expression. Beside him was a beauty. Her golden hair flowed like waves across her face. Her blue eyes had the power to captivate millions. Her pink lips had a hint of a smile. She had the shape of a supermodel. Tall and slender with the exact measurements.

Beside this beautiful pair was a cute woman. She looked of South east Asian descent. Her short curly brown hair complemented her doe eyes. She was the shortest of the group, similar to her in height. She looked at her with something akin to amazement.

She also saw a handsome man with spectacles lined on his beautiful eyes. He looked like a nerd. A cute nerd to her. He was looking at her with caution.

And then her eyes looked at the source of the voice. A slight s.h.i.+ver ran down her spine as she looked at the emerald green eyes. She had never seen such a cold face. His whole body had an aura of fear around it. His dark hair somehow defined his darkness much more. His strong body looked like they could crush the enemy with a slight effort. But even in his coldness he looked beautiful. The sunlight shone around him but dare not approach him. He was G.o.dlike. But a fearsome G.o.d.

"Was this all real?", she thought to herself. How did the beautiful G.o.ds come to visit her? She must be dreaming all this. This is the effect of reading too many mythologies.