This is a scene, written in play form, of the part when Theodogan meets Fadan on his way out of his city-state of Nelandros. It involves an extended conversation between the two characters not present in the Short Story due to word constraints. 

The young farmboy Theodogan hurries down the road, panting and carrying a large leather backpack. Beside the road are green plains. Theodogan is approaching an abandoned farmhouse beside the road on its left, and an old man standing below its roof catches his eye. Theodogan takes a closer look. He has long silver hair and a beard and holds an ashen white staff. But Theodogan does not want to delay and plans to pass by.

OLD MAN: Good afternoon, young man. Where are you going?

THEODOGAN: Nowhere, sir.

OLD MAN: Let us talk. Perhaps I could help you.

THEODOGAN: No, I must leave. Good afternoon.

OLD MAN: If you knew who I am and what kind of help I have to offer, then you wouldn't be so quick to shun me, Theodogan!

Theodogan stops and turns around, seeing the old man in front of him

THEODOGAN: How do you know my name, stranger? And how exactly would you help me? Tell me who you are first!

OLD MAN: In due time I will. But first explain to me why you are so upset and desperate to leave. I sense something larger is going on here.

THEODOGAN: Sigh... fine! Morgalian warriors have come to my city Nelandros and demanded that one of us face their champion Bagham. Those bastards have done this for the past 8 years, once every 2. Our champion always loses his life and after that 9 of our best men are also killed and their possessions are stolen. We can't fight back, or their much larger army will destroy us!

OLD MAN: That is why you are leaving.

THEODOGAN: YES! To my uncle in another place that is safe. My fam has already gone. We can't live in fear anymore! The city's resources have been exhausted from losing several our wealthy citizens and Morgalis' harsh trade demands. The abandoned farms around here show that.

OLD MAN: I understand, and I sympathize with you and Nelandros. But you can't just leave your home when it needs you. Why don't you volunteer to fight him yourself?

THEODOGAN: Me? Hahaha! Look at me, I'm nothing more than a scrawny farmboy who tends sheep. I can't fight to save my life.

OLD MAN: You fended off a wolf once when it attacked your sheep.

THEODOGAN: But I was only saved by my dad Nepo. And I got a scar on my arm.

OLD MAN: Still, not many men can boast of having survived attacks by wild animals. You have talents and prowess of which you have not yet dreamed, Theodogan. I know that you have a gift in music, that you frequently play on your lyre outside.

THEODOGAN: Nothing to do with combat.

OLD MAN: You once ran a mile to chase a stray sheep and eventually caught it. And you once tricked a rich noblewoman into giving you one of her jewels. You have creativity, speed and mischief. Tell me Theodogan, what god has those qualities?

THEODOGAN: Uhm.... Fadan? But wait, you're not telling me that-

OLD MAN: Yes. You are not who you think you are, young man.

THEODOGAN: But that's impossible! My real dad died in a chariot accident when I was only a baby, before my mom married Nepo!

OLD MAN: A story that your mother made up to protect you from the responsibility and trouble that comes from being a demigod. But now you know.

THEODOGAN: No, it's false! I am Theodogan, adopted by Nepo Hercal and real son of the charioteer Tomar. I have always honored Fadan and the other Gandarian gods, but there's no way in heaven that I could be their son!

OLD MAN: Be careful not to use such words lightly, Theodogan. I know you are afraid and uneasy, but if you embrace your heritage and powers, then it could be the key to vanquishing Bagham and freeing your city.

THEODOGAN: Nuh-uh! And even if it were true, it wouldn't be useful for defeating that giant ogre who is known as the greatest warrior in all of Gratia. You're asking the wrong person.

OLD MAN: Fadan always finds a way, Theodogan. He fathered you. That is how he knows all this about you. He even knew about your plight but wanted to hear it from you directly. Now trust in him and he will help you. He is here.

The old man extends his hand to Theodogan.

THEODOGAN: You're Fadan? Nope, I am sorry, but I don't believe you. I can't. Everything you're telling me is too crazy to be true. Now please let me go.

Theodogan immediately turns away from Fadan and continues down the road. Fadan sighs before walking into the abandoned house.