I am done holding back. The Gods will burn. I walk with Hercules up the stairs. My nerves are shot. I'm ready. I don't care of the costs or of the blood I will have to spill. Athena, Poseidon, all told me to close up my heart. Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves. I look down. I'm ready for this. 

"Hey... are you nervous?" Meg asks me.

"No. For the first time in my life, I'm not scared." I grip my sword.

"Good. The Gods are really nice." Meg says.

I turn to her in surprise. Nice? They killed off my brothers. They turned me into a madman. I have suffered so much because of the gods. And you have the balls to tell me they're nice? You know nothing, but now it's all about to change.

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"Glad you could make it son." Father says.

"Thank you, Dad." I say.

He puts his hand on my shoulder.

"So how you been old boy?" Father asks.

"Good. I uh made a new friend." I say.

"Good. Good. Who?" He asks. 

"He's coming here. Don't be mad." I say.

"Mad? Hah. I'm happy for you. I'd love to meet him." He says.

"He's Odysseus." I say.

He stops. The gods exchange nervous looks. Silence falls. I look around. My father... he looks scared.

"What happened? Is... something wrong." I ask. 

"I doubt it." I hear.