Once upon a time there was a rich boy called Jason.
Early one frosty morning he woke up and began to search for the golden cup but his daddy warned him be aware of the evil gods so he walked and walked and walked till he came to a dark damp cave.
The first time he looked in to the cave he saw fire. The second time he saw golden cups and he took not one not two but three gold cups. Unfortunately something else was alive in the cave. Something very slim and strong. It was the evil gods with the fire. Jason screamed and ran to his cellar. In his hand he held not one not two but three gold cups like a gift forever.