I am sick and tired of running around. If they don't want me to go home, fine then. I'll destroy their home. See how it makes them feel when everything you love has been taken from you. Hercules' mother was kind enough to lead me to the cities' library. 

I throw another book to the ground. I need a weapon strong enough to kill the gods. I need something not man made. These books say nothing on how to kill a god. The gods deserve it. I have put through Hell and more. It's time to make them pay.

"Hey... my mom said you were here." Hercules comes in.

"Just... doing some research." I say.

"About what?" He asks.

"Ancient weapons." I answer.

"Well... if you're looking for ancient weapons my father, Zeus would tell me about the Sickle of Kronos." He turns.

I jump. Bingo. 

"The Sickle of Kronos?" I ask.

Hercules lifts a bookshelf. I jump. 

"It's this mighty god weapon. My father tells me it could kill a god." He says.

"Did he happen to say where he hid it?" I ask.

"No... somewhere in the underworld. The Fates would know." He says. 

I turn to him.

"And where do I find the Fates?" I ask.