Once upon a time, a little elf of the Olympus, son of a god of the forest.
This creature lived among the gods and he was loved and appreciated, although he was under all aspects, a striking exception among those beautiful beings with human features.

As a matter of fact, he was little and his body was covered with hair. It was, though minute, powerfully built, with muscles of the chest and arms sculpted and thick. His hair was tousled red copper and rising up straight from the head. He had a powerful chest and broad shoulders. Black eyes, dark as night, and an animal muzzle that resembled that of a gorilla. He had stout and strong hands, his feet, however, were replaced by bull hooves. His ass was completely hairless and it stood out with effect in the middle of a thick fur all around. On it, there was a tail similar to that of a scorpion.

Little Elf was intelligent, skilled in games and in all the activities of the Olympus. He was used to learning quickly. He was also very curious and one day, while, with the permission of his father, was walking down to earth, hidden among the thick pines of the forest, he saw to his astonishment a beautiful woman with curly and black hair who was refreshing her self among the cool waters of a small lake. Little Elf was impressed, so much that when he went back to the Olympus he asked her father what was that being, so similar to the goddesses of Olympus, and yet, to his eyes, so much more attractive.
The father, hearing his words and seeing his excitement, he decided to tell him the whole truth.

The father, as a matter of fact, he had Little Elf from a woman; and therefore the little creature was half divine and half human. Yet the father himself had lived a long life on earth, among men.
Thus, he explained his story to the elf, saying that the strong attraction that he had felt seeing a woman was fair since he himself was a man, even for a half.
The little speaker expressed his desire to go living on earth, but his father tried to express him that his talents on earth would not be accepted and that no one in that place had his likeness.
But Little Elf insisted and urged his father to find a solution. So at the end, his father came up with a possible idea. In the Olympus there were the bodies of old heroes, beautiful and powerful as gods, but still with human resemblance and capable to have feelings. The little elf could put on one of those bodies, and so would have been able to go down to earth. But never he should have let slide off the man’s body because men could not understand his real nature and therefore he would have found himself in danger. That was the deal, that was the advice of his wise father.

So the little elf, he chose a body, put it on, and he went down to earth.

Though arrived in the earth, he forgot everything.

In fact, through the eyes of the elf he did not see but man’s body, and therefore, could only think and feel as a man.
Either the father didn’t remember nor the elf could have known that the pure ideas, what were in fact gods, felt in men’s body are trapped there and assaulted by a myriad of feelings and emotions that make them forget the divine nature inside.

Thus, the elf, or rather the hero, he began his new life.

Forgetful of his most original plans, but still, at some level, sensitive of the divine essence…