Griffin
The fetid breath of Tartarus washed over me as it exhaled into the gloom of the Underworld. I tried not to look into the void. “Why do I keep ending up here?” I spoke out to the darkness. I blinked and found myself standing before Zeus’s bronze throne on Olympus. My cosmic grandfather sat there wearing his finest bronze chiton. His dark blue eyes regarded me as I took a knee before him.
“Rise, my child,” His deep voice speaks.
I looked down, and I am wearing a white chiton with bronze jewelry adorning me. “Why have you brought me here, Grandfather?” I ask him.
“First, I would like to congratulate you on the birth of your children,” He says with an ever so slight smile. “And second, the deal you made shall come to pass. The favor I will ask of you is on the horizon.”
I take a
