"This is it?" I ask looking down at the stairway.

"It's not for the faint of heart." Hercules says.

"Heck... trust me, I have seen so much bloodshed and war." I grip my sword.

"Listen... I have a meeting with Meg." Hercules says.

"You mean romance?" I ask.

"Yeah. You have someone?" Hercules asks. 

I look down. 

"Her name is Penelope, she's, my wife." Tears start bubbling in my eyes.

Does she even know I'm still alive? Hercules puts his hand on my shoulder. I look at him in surprise. 

"Hey... keep hoping man." He smiles.

"I'll try." I say. 

"Hahahaha!" I hear a laugh.

"The fates must be having a good time." He says.

I have my wits and a sword which I'm honestly thinking is not enough. Hercules starts walking away. A soul zips passed me. Her face looked stale as bread. I start walking down the stairs. The fates supposedly know everything. I know they'll know where the Sickle of Kronos is.

"Hey... someone approaches." I hear.

"Give me the eye!" 

I jump. They look old. They don't have eyes. I know they only have one eye to share, which is sickening to think. Two have long pointy noises. They all have inhuman skin. Blue, green, and some kind of purple.

"Ah... Odysseus approaches." The first says.

"Give me the eye!" The second hag grabs the eye from the purple one. 

"Yes, we knew you'd come. We know everything." The third grumbles.

"Then you know why I'm here." I say.

"We do!" The first yells.

"Of course." The second says.

"And we know." The third smiles.