Kallisto followed the narrow path to the village. As she got closer to the Greek establishment, she could hear the loud noises that were coming from it. The villagers were celebrating, no doubt. That year had been a good one for the village, their crops were richer than ever and no major conflict appeared  between the inhabitants. The villagers were very thankful to their gods and goddesses and organized a feast to honor the most powerful of the gods, Zeus. Kallisto reached to village's gates and walked peacefully on the narrow streets until she reached the heart of the village where the imposing temple stood under the starry sky.<br/><br/>There were large torches lit and placed all around the center of the village. In their soft light, she examined the surroundings and decided to sit down on one of the temple's steps and watch the celebration. Some of the people were dancing and drinking wine, while others were gathered in small groups discussing. She liked to participate in these events, because living outside the village would make her feel lonely sometimes. Yes, she had her father, whom she loved with all of her heart, but she felt the need of a much younger company, of an age similar to hers.<br/><br/>She sighed gently and looked at the sumptuous statue of Zeus which could be seen through the temple's pillars. She didn't notice a small group of people approaching her and when she turned around, it was too late to leave as they blocked her path. It was a group of three local young men and she could feel they had been drinking lots of wine that night.<br/>"Oh beautiful Kallisto, what brings you tonight to our humble village?" laughed ironically the tallest of them.<br/>She didn't want to cause any trouble so she bowed down her gaze, looking very uncomfortable. All she wanted was to enjoy the night in anonymity but it seemed this wasn't possible anymore.<br/><br/>"Leave her alone!" she heard a young man's voice coming from nearby.<br/>