"The twelve gods, they hold powers that will amaze all. The only problem is that they have almost no intrest of getting along with each other."

"Appa, do you think that the gods will get along?" Young Joonmyeon asked his father, "It depends on them, if they want to make it work, or if they feel they're better off alone."

Tiny Joonmyeon grinned, from ear to ear, "I wonder what the gods are doing at this very moment..."

"I think you have a pretty good idea of what the leader is doing." His father told, "How? I don't understand..."

Joonmyeon's father chuckled, his lips curving into a smile, "You'll know one day. That's for sure."