

Chapter 6 Geneva Island of Amazons.





After another days sailing Vulcan finally glimpses the island. He stares at his map again to confirm it, and once assured celebrates that he has finally arrived at Geneva. He now begins to raise the sails and secure all his supplies. His father once told him of the island, of its beauty, and of the dangers. In an effort to protect the island from the outside it is surrounded by a barrier that takes the form of waves. As you come nearer to the island the waves get more severe. Hephaestus even once used this barrier to test his armor. As Vulcan came closer and closer the waves intensified, first being little more than ripples now becoming well over 8 feet tall. Vulcan now braises himself to the ship fearing being thrown overboard, for he cannot swim. This however is no fault of his own to never have learned how, he simply is incapable of doing so. His body although appearing similar to human flesh is completely metal ores. Even when he discovered the proper technique for swimming it only slowed down his descent into the waters, his heavy body simply wasn’t designed to float. He currently weighs well over 800 lbs while appearing to weigh 180 lbs. Finally he is only 2 kilometers from the island as a titanous wave forms well over 40 ft tall and 280 ft wide. Sensing the danger he takes a risk and lowers his sails; he will need momentum and speed if he wishes to pass. As he does his sails catch the winds of the storm around him propelling him forward at immense speed, nearly lifting his boat out of the water. He waits till he is mere feet from the waves wall, then using the strength that comes with lifting an 800 lbs body he raise the sail, relinquishing control from the mighty winds. He then holds his breath as his ship breaks through the wall of water. He braises against the mast tightly as he’s pushed and pulled by the current. He clings to the mast so desperately it begins to crack. Just before it gives over though, the ship breaks through the other side. It takes him some time before he lets go of the mast, when he does so it snaps and falls into the sea. “Dammit!” He shouts. After taking a moment to look around he realizes the storm and waves have gone, the water is peaceful, serene, and so clear he can see the ocean floor below. He can now make out the beach and it’s white sands. He is excited this will be his first time off the island, even if it’s just another island it’s still the outside world. Unfortunately for him his father left out a small detail of the island. While many in this time period call it Geneva in another time far from now it will be known as Themyscira island of the amazons, and they do not take kindly to intruders especially men. As he makes landfall he drops his anchor and leaves the ship, he wonders how he will find his guide but in that moment his attention shifts to a group clad in leather armor on horses. As they ride towards him he waives at them only to be met by an arrow at his chest, fortunately the arrow simply deflects off his metal skin. Still he feels a slight pinch from the impact and understands well what their intentions are. He climbs into his ship and rummages through his supply crate where he pulls out his new blade, he stands now ready to face his enemies. They encircle and surround him, pointing there weapons at him. Upon closer inspection he realizes they’re all women. He blushes a little it’s the first time he’s ever seen a women and for them all to be so beautiful, new emotions he’s never had before begin to surface. While lost in thought over their beauty one women descends from her horse. She ask “ I am Lorelie warrior of Geneva. Who are you? What is your purpose here?” She then points her sword at him. Vulcan thinks of how to respond, he is currently be hunted by the gods and they have many followers and loyalties. Should he hide his identity, no what if he is discovered and distrusted for it, but what if they would turn him in for favor with the gods. He eventually throws his thoughts aside deciding he is no thinker or tactician, he decides to speak honestly and hope for the best. “I am Vulcan son of Hephaestus.” The warriors begin to whisper and gossip among one another, but the leader stares at him unconvinced. “You lie Vulcan has no son.” “You are correct in that he has no biological son, I am his adopted son.” Still the amazon demeanor has not changed. “Do you have any proof.“ "No I’m afraid not.” “Then what reason have we to believe you. If you cannot provide proof then we must treat you as an enemy. This is the island of amazons, any man to step foot on this island is to be killed.” She then immediately lunges at Vulcan aiming her blade at his heart. Vulcan sees her action and attempts to use his sword to stop the blow, but he is no warrior he’s received no combat training, as he raises his sword the amazons blade slides across his pushing it away, and continues its path to his heart. Luckily for Vulcan though his entire body is like armor, the blade shatters after striking him. The amazons and even Vulcan all have a shocked expression on their face. However the amazon leader being an experienced fighter has already returned to sense and pulls a spare dagger from her waist, while pulling back and putting distance between the two. Vulcan seeing the women’s actions regains his mind. He kneels down and analyzes a large shard of the broken blade. Now he sees he has nothing to fear. “You should all put your weapons down and save them, you won’t be able to hurt me with those they’re horribly made.” “What would you know of blades.” She says staring at his weapon, presuming it to be a decoration. “Not much but still more than you I can assure you.“ ” I very much doubt that as I can see your blade.“ "You are right. I may still be a novice and produce ineffective blades, however even my blades are worlds apart from yours. You seem to have never treated or tempered them properly. These would barely pierce the flesh of man they could never hope to harm me.” Suddenly an idea comes into his mind. “Perhaps that’s how I can provide proof. I see your armor is exceptionally well made, but that’s to be expected when they’re made by Hephaestus and the cyclops, however I assume he was unwilling to forge weapons. If you’d give me the chance I would forge a weapon of equal quality as that armor.” Again the amazons whisper among each other.“ Lorelie then steps out, sheathing her dagger before speaking. “Very well then we accept your proposal, however should you fail we shall have your life; although we cannot cut you there are many more ways to die.” Vulcan internally cheers relieved that he need not fear the river stix for now. As the amazons lead him through the island he begins to see signs of civilization, farms, sheds, and small outpost. The creatures here seem to be no different from his island but the foliage and botanical life are completely of a different world, beautifully indescribable flowers, trees that provide a gooey nectar like bee honey. He is so inexperienced in the world that the idea of sap enthralls him. He is so immersed in the island that he reaches his hand out to touch a scarlet red flower. Inches before he does though his hand is struck by the tip of a whip. He turns angrily at the women holding the whip, who stares angrily back. Lorelie steps between the two. “Calm yourself terra. Vulcan be cautious of your environment, the world is a dangerous place and it is rude to bear your fangs at those who save you. That flower is called lostbane it’s coated in a poisonous pollen, however if you would choose test your endurance against its poison feel free to do so after you’ve attempted your blade.” The angry expression on his face is replaced with one of humility and shame. “ I apologize for my ignorance and would like to thank you for saving me” Terra’s expression does not change, instead she ignores his words and continues walking. After traveling a bit more they reach a city gate. The amazon leader signals the guards to open the gate. As the gate doors open on the other side is nothing more than simple stone houses. “Why have a gate who do you keep out when none can reach this island?“ “The gates are only ever closed when someone reaches the island, so the young and defenseless could take refuge. It’s little more than precaution.” “ I see then. May I ask why it is your weapons are subpar. I can understand a difference in quality between you’re armor and weapons however, I cannot understand such poor craftsmanship.“ “The island is cut off from the world none may enter, but we may also never leave, because of this we cannot learn skills which we do not possess. It was long ago the goddesses saw our plight and aided us. Our foremothers were all slaves and wenches for men. The goddesses gave us strength to resist and Hephaestus gave us arms to do battle. We fought for centuries against the barbarians and hordes of men. We fought for the gods against their foes, and in return we were rewarded with a land of our own untouched and untouchable by any save our own. However years ago another war broke out between the gods and man. We were prepared to aide the gods until we saw the destruction they brought on men and women. We did not interfere with there war but acted as aides to the women of the war. We gave them food and other aides. To the few we trusted we offered a place here on Geneva. When the war was over the gods demanded the death of any involved. The women we brought to the island were considered traitors as well, and the gods requested us to hand them over. We refused, so they took us to war as well. After only 1 year our numbers were only a tenth of what they once were, after losing so many we surrendered admitting defeat. The gods in turn split our island in ten pieces this fragment we stand on is known as Geneva they erected a sea barrier around us like a cage, although they labeled it a shield. We were left apart from the outside world until one day a familiar face arrived Hephaestus god of the forge. He built us tools and and homes he taught us to build houses. We were unskilled in all except the art of war, the gods raided our dominion and took all those with knowledge, so we lived primitively. They took our weapons as well, so we could never again point them at them. In time with Hephaestus’s aid we built cities and a civilization. He taught us to fish and to farm. He would bring us art. Although we originally distrusted him for being a god and were reluctant at first, we began to praise him and hailed him our new god. He however refused our adoration, he told us to think of him as a friend not an idol. Still many of us did so even against his wishes. In fact despite his appearance many attempted to bed him, but he refused all their advances claiming his heart belonged to another. Finally he began to teach a few the art of the forge. one day however he did not return for his lessons. One day turned to many and where we first felt worry then began to feel abandoned and betrayed. Nearly a year had passed when an wreckage of supplies had arrived at our shore, among its contents was armor, shields, and other various tools for building and farming. Inside a sealed container was paper with writing. However most of it was damaged from a leak that allowed water. From what little they could read it appeared to be instructions on forging. Unable to send word back he would never know they were damaged, so we used what little pieces remained to forge what we did.” “I see that would explain your crudely made weapons. You seem to have skipped many steps in the forging process.“ As he stops hearing the story he begins to realize a crowd is forming, and the citizen are all watching him with the same eyes he had when first seeing the amazons. Seeing the curiosity on his face Aleta addresses him. “Pay them no mind, many simply have never seen a male before. They’re young and no male other than Hephaestus has ever been this far inland for all the centuries we have been on this island. They’re have been few shipwrecked who have reached our shores, but all were slain and thrown back into the sea.” Vulcan gulps at the thought of drowning at sea. The group then stops. “ We are her.” Lorelei says. Vulcan sees a small workshop and is filled with disappointment and disbelief. In mere moments he can see how primitive there process is as he watches the smiths at work.“ Atria, gira we have use for the forge. Would you kindly allow us to utilize it and place your work aside for the moment.” “What.” gira responds. “It’s fine do as you like.” Says Atria. “Thank you sister. Boy you have the forge now deliver on your promise, or else face the consequences for your treachery.“ The women behind Vulcan jab their spears into his back pushing him forward. He looks around for a moment and sighs. ” I cannot do as you have asked.“ ” Very well for your lies you pay the price, tie him.“ As the women draw near he redefines his words."Wait a moment I mean I cannot do as you have asked because of your forges lack of ability. If you wish me to complete the task I must build a new forge more capable.” The women are shocked at the words, they understand they’re technique is lacking, but to think they’re forge is also an issue. Atria comes forward and ask “What is the issue with our forge?” To begin it’s not nearly hot enough, to much heat is escaping the forge.” Atria is stunned and blushes at the sheer simplicity of his words, as now that she’s heard it she feels the truth behind them. “ Very well then what would you need to build it?” night has fallen and Vulcan, atria, and Gira are still hard at work on the new forge. This time Vulcan has sealed the forge completely, and even installed a gate for the entry. He has set up so that air may pass from the bottom of the forge, and even using a cow stomach built a hand pump fan to blow air in. This time the stone he used for the forge was less conductive to heat unlike the steel forge, so that it would instead trap it all inside; a common mistake among forge builders. While steel forges were not unheard of it was usually aligned with special stone inside, to protect the steel, and trap the heat. Their forge was simply steel. Lastly for kindling they simply used wood. While wood is good kindling for all other purposes for a forge it’s lacking. Coal is what is needed for a stronger fire, sadly they had no coal mines. So he instead asked them fetch him wood, and used that to craft new charcoal by modifying the old forge into a container and lighting a fire underneath it. In a few hours the wood would become charcoal, once completely dried out. Once the forge was finished he found a new issue; the materials brought to him by Gira were horribly processed, it was more stone than iron. They had not properly separated the elements. After spending some time purifying the material he was left with only a quarter of the original quantity. By now the sun would rise in two hours, and Gira was exhausted. Atria argued with her until she agreed to go to sleep on the grounds that atria would teach her all she had missed. By now Atria was convinced Vulcan was a true smith, his skill far outclassed hers; she now trusted all his story. Lorelei however remained skeptical and unconvinced. She had ordered a few guards to watch him as she rested for a few hours. Vulcan began to work on a blade that would please the amazon warrior. Atria constantly pestered him with questions as he worked he did not mind however; in fact he felt incredibly happy for his whole life he was the one being taught by both the cyclops and his father, but now he was the teacher and Atria the apprentice. He carefully explained everything in great detail, how the temperature needed to be right, how you must fold the metal over itself. She was terrified when he told her she must quench the blade in oil rather then water for a better result. Common sense says that would be dangerous, but after demonstrating she was sold. Finally it was morning and Vulcan was hand grinding the blade. He mentioned to Atria she should build a foot powered grinding wheel. She could not even imagine such a device. By now Lorelei was awake and returning to the small workshop. Again there was a crowd of women although they were not there out of curiosity of the art of blacksmithing, but rather for observing a man. This made him grow nervous until among the smiling faces he noticed some were filled with maliciousness and disgust. Once inside the shop Lorelei would see Vulcan sharpening the edge of the blade, he gave her a smile. Behind it was no smug intent still it’s what Lorelei perceived. After getting a closer look at the blade though she would lose her tempered look in exchange for one of intrigue; he had done it she thought, he had crafted a beautiful blade unmatched by anything they had ever produced, It was a gladius. After finishing Vulcan then handed her the blade. “ There you are, it’s a little rough given what I had to work with but still it would be leagues above anything found on mainland.” As he says this though he’s unsure, he’s never seen the blades of the land of Greece and this was only his second truly successful blade. He modeled it after the blade that shattered because he understood nothing of a warriors needs. Lorelei wasted no time testing the blade against the various items lying around the shop, destroying them all. Finally she strikes it against Vulcan’s bicep cutting shallowly into his arm, as though she were cutting into armor. He is angry and shocked after she unexpectedly struck him, he takes a blade lying around the shop and points it at her. The amazons all raise their weapons at him, but Lorelei tells them to lower their arms. She examines the blade and stairs closely at the blood steaming on the blade. It’s thicker and browner than most blood. To Atria it reminds her of the hot metals in the shop. Lorelei slowly motions to touch the substance, but after feeling the heat coming from it decides against it, instead choosing to wipe it with a cloth. Vulcan holds his hand over his wound before angrily responding. “ Are you satisfied.” Lorelei indifferent to him responds. “For now.We shall take you to meet our queen, she has requested you.”



Chapter 7 god of building



As he enters a grand coliseum Vulcan grows nervous, he has already proven himself to them now he must prove himself to a queen. Luckily he feels more relaxed now that his blade has been returned to him. After walking through a grand hall he notices demolished statues reduced to rubble, 11 in total. At the end of the hall however lies one statue intact he recognizes the figure, His father. In front of it he collapses to his knees, and a single tear comes across his face as he smiles. In all his years he never knew of any beings save his uncle Hades and the cyclops who truly respected Hephaestus, but here now he can see the love the amazons had for him, and the high esteem they placed on him. He is happy to know the world did not simply disregard him, that many besides him would mourn him. As he kneels there a distant voice echoes through the hall. “I see you greatly admired him as well. I have heard news of your arrival; but must admit I was skeptical of you at first, however after seeing your craftsmanship and the great humility you show here now, I realize your words are true. Please stand there is no need for tears save them for fallen comrades and those who float on the river stix.” The words he hears leave him torn for he must now inform them all of Hephaestus’s passing. “Queen of the amazons may I have your name.” “ I am known as Lira.” “Queen Lira I would like to first thank you for having me, but I must also inform you of sad news.” “Please speak freely. Vulcan then informs her of all that has passed, Hephaestus banishment from Olympus, his breaking of the first rule of gods, and his passing. At first none can believe his words as none have heard of a god dying since the age of titans. Eventually however they begin to accept it after seeing Vulcan’s somber eyes. “I am sorry for your loss.” “Thank you for your words and for your people’s respect of him.“ “The god of the forge was a good man, who we owed a great deal too.We would help out his son as best we can especially since you have already aided us. We will use your teachings of the forge accordingly, but I must inform you I have no idea as to this guide your father spoke of I know nothing of it.” Damn he thought; his journey still cannot begin without a guide. “However we can guide you as best we can.” After hearing these words he is swept with relief. After conversing with the queen he managed to work out a deal in return for a ship he would help teach them to forge a great many things. After there dealings Lira had given Lorelei instructions to grant Vulcan a bed to rest. He slept for a whole day well into the next morning as his exhaustion finally caught up to him. Not long after waking he went outside to seek fresh air, only to see Lorelei outside waiting, leering at him. ” Although they all may trust you, I still am skeptical.” Vulcan blushes again as this time Lorelei is out of her armor wearing simple clothes, he can now see her full figure, and all her curves. Her is now down unrestrained by her helmet its color is a beautiful sun kissed auburn. He can’t help but be drawn to her. He averts his eyes to hide his infatuation, similar to a child. She continues to speak of her distrust, but he hears none of it as the blood rushes to his head leaving him woozy. Suddenly he is struck by her fist and goes down. He looks back up at her caressing her bruised knuckles. “Get those lecherous thoughts out of your mind you fool.” After having his dream ruined Vulcan heads to the shop, and teaches Gira and Atria more of forging and building. By days end they have drawn plans to improve the city and build a citadel and aqueduct, whereas before they had simply used a well. The aqueduct was one of Hephaestus side projects so he couldn’t take credit when they flourished him with compliments for his ingenuity. After a few more days with the amazons he felt at home he learned of their names and way of life, but still for all the warmth he received he knew it was not all good intentions. For days he could feel the watchful eyes of a few amazonians that would prefer he not be there. They were like daggers stinging him as they followed him everywhere. They were not like Lorelei, her feelings were those of suspicion and distrust these amazons in particular were those of hatred and wraith. In fact on the third day during the night he was attacked, but again the fortune of his skin would undermine the amazons. Ironically they used one of the new daggers crafted by Gira, and although her new blades far outclassed her old ones they were not on the same level as the one Vulcan crafted, so it barely nicked his neck before waking him. Being awoken so suddenly he instinctively through a fist at the attacker breaking their nose. The assailant realized the danger and fled, disappearing into the night. After bringing this up with Lorelei she said she would look into it; she may not like Vulcan, however none was given permission to harm him without just cause. After getting to know her Vulcan began to admire Lorelei her attitude towards him was different from her casual personality. She was brave and very kind to all the others, many respected her, and even sought her guidance. she was only a few years senior to Vulcan, but already she seemed wise. Beyond all that her desire for justice and fairness was unwavering. Vulcan knew even though she may not treat him kindly she could be trusted and counted on. While in the workshop teaching, Lorelei tells Vulcan the queen wishes to see him. He can’t picture what for, but chooses to go anyway. After being sent to a chamber he sits quietly waiting for hours. Finally the door opens and queen Lira enters the chamber, and like with Lorelei Vulcan’s heart races as he sees her out of her armor. She is much older then he or Lorelei, but still her beauty pairs well with her maturity. It’s the vivaciousness and maturity of an older women. Now however is not the time to be thinking such things as queen lira has bad news to deliver. “Vulcan I apologize but you must leave this island immediately. I’m afraid news of you’re arrival will soon reach the gods ears. Lorelei has informed me of the growing animosity for you of a certain sect. Vulcan while it is true we worshipped Hephaestus, not all gave up on the first gods. There are those among who still pray to the Olympians. They also believe deeply that no man should step foot here. It won’t be long before there loyalty to me reaches its limits. So you must go immediately; at the beach is a boat waiting for you.” “ Wait queen Lira why would they have loyalty to the gods that cursed them.” “Vulcan you are new to the world so I will tell you now that it is full of inconsistencies and hypocrisy. You cannot waste time seeking answers where there are known. Your father sent you here knowing an amazon among us would not betray you to the gods, and would seek the world as you do.” She turns to the door and says. “ Please come in" Responding to her words the amazon who saved him from the lostbane steps in. She is completely armored and prepared for a long trip. “This is terra, she will guide you in the outside world. I wish you two had more time to get to know each other, but I’m afraid that is a luxury we will not have. Now go enough words.” As she finishes her sentence a commotion is heard outside, they hear mumblings, they get louder and louder, and begin to form into words. Ab…. ab…. min… ab…on…finally Vulcan makes out the words abomination. His heart rate skyrockets pounding, hard, angry, and afraid. “Abomination” Louder the chant gets. “Abomination!” Now he can hear it loud and clear. The queen opens the door to see a large cloud raiding the citadel. Chanting and raving they Carry fire and steel. The same steel blades Vulcan helped them forge. Once the doors fully open Lorelei turns to see them, she tells them to shut the doors as she draws her sword. Instead the queen steps out and attempts to calm the crowd “Stop! Your queen demands you siece your actions.” For a moment the crowd stops there march and a voice speaks out. “Queen lira we demand you hand over the abomination to us. The gods have demanded his soul.” Queen Lira responds to the voice. “ The same gods that slew our sisters, and cursed us to this prison.” Like fanatics the voices respond in retaliation in defense of the gods. “ The gods are benevolent.” “They work in mysterious ways.” “God before queen.”Lira cannot believe the words she hears. “You have all gone mad, why would you serve those who would think nothing of us.” Again the crowd speaks back at her words. “ You dare speak ill of the gods.” “ Kill the intruder and the heretic queen.” Lorelie move to guard the queen.“ They’ve gone feral my queen you cannot appeal to them.” “Still what is this? The faction of god lovers was nothing more than a small group, here is nearly every amazon.” Perhaps the fear of the gods retribution drives them to this.”The mob carries on its advance striking down the guards in their path, trampling them, drowning out there screams, and the sounds of there bones being crushed beneath their feet with their cries for the blood of Vulcan and Lira. “No my amazons fear nothing.” Suddenly that intense aura Vulcan sensed on the sea outside the island returns, its faint and doesn’t carry the same weight but still he can sense it. No not Zeus but arguably someone much more dangerous. One of the women in the mob shouts “We shall appease the goddess.” Vulcan knows it, a god is at work here and only one god is this nefarious. The god of scorn Hera.



Chapter 8 madworld



After deducing the cause Vulcan shares his findings with the queen. Lira’s face is filled with dread and anger, as she nearly breaks her teeth grinding them against each other. “Hera” she groanes. “Lorelei take Vulcan and terra to the ship, while I attempt to stall this mob.” “ No my queen my duty is to protect you.” “ She’s right we can’t leave.” chimes Vulcan as he unsheathes his blade. Lira follows readying her whip. “No Lorelei your duty is to your fellow amazons. The goddess Hera has casted magic over their minds and drives them mad, just as she did Heracles. They will not stop until they have killed all who oppose her.” As she says this the mob reaches the guards near the entrance and a fight ensues. Many break through and run towards vulcans group, this forces the queen and the others to act in order to defend themselves. The three amazons repel their attackers; vulcan is not trained in combat like the amazons, he has his swing redirected and is slashed across the ribs. This time the cut is significantly worse than ever before, deeper however not severe. Noticing this terra comes to his aid stopping his aggressor by wrapping her whip around her neck, and pulling her back. As she holds her back though another amazon driven mad tackles her to the ground. The group continues to defend itself tooth and nail, but are eventually overrun and subdued. When the mob spreads out we find the group bruised and badly injured. They are tied up and dragged outside to the town square. Here Vulcan sees them all; the amazons who days ago he was teaching and laughing with, even Atria and Gira now called for his blood. Before long the amazons have them tied to post. The crowds chanting and raving dies down, as an older women steps forward. She addresses the crowd. “My fellow amazons we have done well tonight, soon the gods will be at peace and we shall bask in their good graces again. For too long has this queen and her subjects defiled the great goddesses. Tearing down there statues, cursing there names, denying them love. No more, tonight we strike down these heretics and enemies of the gods; after doing so we shall receive their blessings once more.” The crowd cheers passionately, even shedding tears. The older women pulls out the blade of Vulcan as she points to them. “I must thank you abomination for delivering us not only the glory of the gods, but also a new trophy for ceremony.“ She raise the blade as she says this and cackles like a witch. Vulcan is heartbroken, to think the blade he forged would be used to kill him and his allies. The crowd begins to chant “Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!” The old women nears terra. "First the blind.” She then skewers terra with the blade. Vulcan and the other watch in horror as the blade protrudes from her back, and she vomits nearly a gallon of blood. The crowd is elated and reinvigorated at the sight. Lorelei who has been so reserved and appearingly unfazed to this point, begins to cry and scream passionately. As the old woman begins to retract the blade the horror intensifies. When Vulcan created the blade he had no thought behind practicality, only looks in mind, because of this the blade had unusual curves and hooks; so as the old woman tried retracting the blade she was met with resistance, as the hooks caught hold of the flesh, widening the gash ,and dragging guts out with it. Lorelei then began to vomit uncontrollably at the sight, even the queen and Vulcan began to cry for the poor Terra. This single moment of pure terror and rage however ignited vulcans spirit; he pulled against the restrains and unknowingly they began to slowly form cracks and splits just as the mast of his ship. The old witch now moved to queen Lira. “Next the heretic.” As the queen saw the blade her gut tightened at the thought of Terra’s fate. She tried begging and pleaded for her sisters to not be toyed with by the gods, but the crowds chants flushed her out. She turned to face Vulcan and Lorelei as the blade pierced her body, running her all the way through. “Nooooo!” Lorelei screamed, again in this moment vulcans furry grew and the restraints began to snap at certain points. The noise muffled by the crowd. Now the women stands in front of Lorelei with a sinful smile across her face. She leans in and whispers. “Do not cry over false gods.” Lorelei bites at the women, but she can’t reach her. The women then moves towards Vulcan, and stands in front of him. “Now the abomination.” The crowds cheers reach their peaks as she pulls back her blade, preparing to skewer him as well. Just before she drives the blade forward though, Vulcan’s rage also reaches its peak, and the restraints give way. His bonds snap and he reaches for the woman’s throat, instantly crushing it between his fingers. The crowds chants stop as they see the women’s blood gush from her neck, spraying over Vulcan. Lorelei has also stopped her tears in shock. With his other hand he grabs his blade then in a matter of moments he throws the women into the crowd, and uses the blade to cut Lorelei’s bonds. Still in shock and unable to move he picks her up over his shoulder and runs. A few seconds after this the amazons regain their senses, and process what just occurred; enraged they give chase following vulcan into the woods. Vulcan is able to slow them down by using his body to topple small trees that block the path. After putting some distance between him and his attackers he places Lorelei down. They stand there in silence, still assessing the situation and the events that transpired. Vulcan begins to speak. “Lore-” but he is cut off by her. “Were leaving on the ship the queen prepared, but first we are going to stop by my home.” “You’re just going to leave your home.” “What home? These are no longer my sisters, the gods have sunk there poisonous fangs into them.” She says coldly in an attempt to place down her emotions. “Come we must move quickly. Fortunately my home is in the same direction as the ship.” “ Shouldn’t we head to the ship before they seize it.” “Do not worry they know nothing of it, only me and a few of the queen’s most trusted know of it, all of which are dead.” Trekking a few miles they arrive at Lorelei’s home. She tells Vulcan to wait outside as she gathers her things she won’t be long. She immediately tosses everything necessary into a bag and throws the rest aside with no regards to there treatment. Finally she comes across what she had been looking for, a single arrowhead. It shimmers like a jewel it’s glow would put gold to shame. She loads it into her bag and races out the door. Now carrying a bow in hand, a quiver on her back, and a sack slinged over her shoulder. Vulcan is surprised, she was faster than expected. She gives a nasty look and points the boy at him. He blinks and raise his arms in defense, until hears the the sound of the bowstring release followed by a groan and thud. He opens his eyes and turns to see a dead amazon behind him. “We must leave now" Lorelie says taking off without him. He follows after her and hears the rustling of the forest as more amazons approach. After running a few more miles they reach the beach and the ship, it’s thrice the size of his last ship. As they reach the ship Lorelei waste no time. She immediately cuts the anchor and climbs aboard, she heads to lower the sails and tells Vulcan to push the ship knowing of his incredible strength. He use all his might and manages to drive it into the sea. By the time he climbs aboard Lorelei has lowered the sails and the amazons have reached the edge of the forest near the beach. Lorelei then heads towards the rear of the ship facing the beachfront, and draws her bow. As the amazons exit the forest one by one she strikes them down. Vulcan notices that they will not pass the shore fast enough and soon hundreds of amazons will be within spear and bow range, and will sink the ship. He remembers his experiment and reaches into one of his pockets. From which he pulls out a small ball. Hephaestus constantly pestered Vulcan on his secret projects asking to see them, but Vulcan never budged. After spending time messing around with different elements and compounds he discovered something, black powder. It was more crude and less refined, but he had discovered an explosive compound that while not as powerful as gunpowder, produced a huge quantity of smoke with a small explosion. While the explosion was only powerful enough to singe eyebrows, the smoke could cover a large area and would be hard to breath in. He lit the fuse then tossed it over the beach. Lorelei ask what it was he just did, and In one second a large boom sounded, spreading a heavy fog over the beach. He could hear drones of amazons coughing from inhaling the smoke, he knew they could not see them and told Lorelei to lower her bow. She however kept it drawn at the smoke until they were out of range of the amazons bows. However just as she did another danger had threatened them with sinking, the waves surrounding the island intensified almost as if to match the larger ship. Vulcan still never got the chance to prepare for this how would they cross this obstacle. Last time was pure luck, and miracles seldom repeat themselves. As the waves crash against there ship it rocks and sways, tossing them about. Vulcan didn’t realize it before, but the thing that would cause him to drown is also what stopped him from falling overboard. Before his heavy body was harder to throw around by the swaying ship. Lorelei on the other hand was being tossed about like a child’s doll, she was at the mercy of the waves. Vulcan began to realize she would go overboard if he didn’t do anything, he let go of the railing he was braced to and went to Lorelei. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in close. Upon grabbing her he realized another benefit he didn’t realize he was receiving, thanks to the wind and water from the waves she was nearly hypothermic. All along his iron blood was keeping him warm and hard skin was protecting him from the elements, Lorelei had no such protection and would soon die if not treated. He sees now why many don’t survive, and why the amazons don’t attempt to flee. He makes his way to the interior of the ship and straps her to a post inside; the feelings all too uncomfortable to her given her recent experience, but she must bear with it as he has to return to steer the ship. Back on deck he heads to the steer and begins to try his best to move between the waves as they form. Fighting the strength of the current as it attempts to take the rudder. Then the ship begins to point downward as a massive wave forms in front of him. As it currines down, it throws him towards the back railing of the ship. He only barely manages to keep from falling off and into the sea. He coughs out some water he accidentally drank and makes his way back to the steer, turning the rutter back on course. Again the ship points down at an even steeper angle as a wave similar to the titan wave he faced before forms however this time when it reaches the side of the last wave it continues to grow until it is nearly twice the size. However he does not lose face he heads straight for it and braces himself he; has grown tired of the world attempting to kill him and faces the wave like an enemy, screaming as he sails for it like a madman. Although sadly for him the situation is hopeless he has no chance at sailing through this, the gods curses are not to be underestimated. Still he buries his fear and continues. Moments before he collides with the wave a gentle breeze blows, clashing the raging winds that were blowing till now, and like magic the wave is split open large enough for the ship to sail through. Vulcan takes no time to ponder the situation, he just takes this chance and sails on through the clearing. On the other side of the wave it happens once again the storm dies and the sea calms he breathes a sigh of relief knowing its over and he’s escaped. He falls onto his back and lies there recuperating from his struggle. After a few minutes he stands up and remembers Lorelei. He goes to release her and finds she’s still cold he rehangs one of the hammocks and loads it with furs from the ships inventory. He removes her wet clothes and places her in the hammock. He places a large pot under her and fills it with fragments of wood he ripped off of various parts of the interior, then starts a small fire with it to warm her. After a few minutes the color on her face returns and her eyes open. He goes to her and ask how are you feeling she doesn’t answer and instead moves a little, leaving open a small gap in the furs exposing her bare body. In the moment Vulcan didn’t realize it but he had stripped her nude, he paid it no attention while her life was in danger; but now that the danger has subsided his face goes red at the sight of this bare beauty. She still notices nothing though as she close her eyes again. Vulcan blushes as he covers her again with the furs. He kills the fire and heads back to the deck. He stars at the sea once again with optimistic eyes his journey continues.



Chapter 9 purpose

Up high in the clouds of mount olympus where the gods reside there is turmoil. Since the passing of Hephaestus the gods have been in conflict today they hold council in the courtyard. Many gods have gathered 10 of the seated gods and many smaller gods. Insults and curses are thrown about. “You fools understand the seriousness of what you have done.“ Says a women in foliage. "To kill a god brings chaos and uncertainty, balance has now been altered.” A tiny man with small wings shouts back. “ What would you have us do demeater? Hephaestus was a traitor he brought it on himself.” A man surrounded by water replies. “Horse shit! Hephaestus a traitor. What foolishness. A fool and idealist definitely, but he would never betray his own.” “You would dare speak up for this blasphemous fiend who would break our most sacred covenant. I thought you wiser than that Poseidon.“ Demeter inserts herself once more. "Apollo my boy you are far too young to understand these things. There are things greater then you’re pesky rules. Zeus you know this too well to have acted so rashely.” Many of the gods gasp and gossip at her words. Hera joins the fray. “Demeter watch your tongue, that is the king you speak too.” Demeter scoffs “King. King of what, adultry. Was he again thinking without his brain. Shame to you as well Hera doing nothing as your own flesh and blood is mercilessly beaten, yet you’d still call yourself the goddess of the household and marriage.” “Perhaps I will stand by as you are mercilessly beaten as well demeter.” A heavily armored man interjects “What does it matter to have lost the smith; he left Olympus long ago and his presence has not been missed. We will simply find a new smith to forge our arms.” “Again letting your arrogance and jealousy speak Aires, you despised the smith and feared him. He held value not only as an unmatched craftsman but also as a seat, his very existence was crucial to maintaining balance, without which we invite chaos.” “More talk of doomsday lunacy Demeter how unexpected of you.“ Hermes says as he rolls his eyes. ” While every other god continues to argue three remain silent Zeus, Athena, and Aphrodite. Zeus motions Athena to him before whispering in her ear. “Tell me when is hades to arrive, I refuse to begin without him.” Just as he says those words though, a dark fluid seeps from the earth and from the dark abyss it creates emerges Hades. As he emerges the bickering dies down as they know Zeusis ready to begin. Hades greets all the gods then heads towards aphrodite. “Dearest Aphrodite I apologize for the loss of your late husband.” Aphrodite however does not seem grief stricken, still she thanks him anyway. “Hades enough take a seat so we may begin.“ Says Zeus. “Yes brother how rude of me.” Once in his seat Zeus addresses the crowd. “As you all know we are gathered today for the passing of Hephaestus. He was punished for breaking the first law and creating life. While what was done was necessary, it has left a rift. In order to amend this we must replace him on the council. In order to do that I have gathered you all to recommend and decide upon a suitable replacement.” “ Must we not first mourn his passing.”“Young Heracles we do not mourn the deviants. Hephaestus was ousted long ago, had he not possessed his skills we would have replaced him long ago. ” “Still was he not your blood.” “Enough Heracles he is gone, be done with it. Tolag.“ Zeus calls out a name and a blue man with a horses head steps out. “Yes mighty Zeus what is it you require?” “Tolag fetch us all wine and bring out Heras eye.” “Yes my liege.” As he passes Poseidon he is given a disgusted look by the god. “How can you let such a lowly creature serve on Olympus, titans belong on the earth not the skies of Olympus.” “ I do what I please brother. He is useful and strong so he stays.” Poseidon grunts and speaks nothing of it any longer. Nike steps forward “fellow olympians I would like to propose an inheritor of the vacant seat. My son The god of champions maxis. As you all know he is quite capable,handsome,and strong. He commands the earth itself, a gift not scene since Gaia.“ Hades chimes in “Yes he is strong, but his arrogance also knows no bounds. A god is more then power. Is he?” The gods begin to murmur amongst each other, as they do hades takes center from Nike. “Allow me to speak as well. May I recommend my own kin, Regon the god of punishment is more than capable and possess a mind to match his strength, which far surpasses Maxis.” Heracles gives a few words. “I agree I have accompanied both Regon and Maxis, and maxis while a brave man still has much growing to do. Regon seems more then ready.“ The gods begin to speak more highly of Regon as Heracles’s words carry weight to character. Dionysus slowly slips through the crowd to the ear of Zeus and whispers. "We cannot allow this, if Regon were to ascend the underworlds and lord Hades reach would grow.” “Yes I’m very well aware.“ Zeus stands up and silences the crowd. “Perhaps we should put it to a test. We shall place trials for Maxis and Regon to determine their worthiness.” The crowd settles down and begins to agree, all except Hades. Who knows this is merely Zeus’s attempt to stunt Regon. These trials will be far from faire. “Now that we have settled the matter of worth, we may move on too other issues. Just then Tolag returns with a group of servants and they begin to pour wine for the gods. As they do so Tolag makes his way to the center with a large crystal orb and places it down. Hera then rises and begins to cast magic over it the magic orb shows the island of Geneva. “The abomination yet lives and managed to escape the island of Geneva, try as we might I cannot see him, as he carries with him a device capable of cloaking him. I had given the amazons orders to kill him but they failed and he escaped the island.” “The creature yet lives.” Shouts Poseidon. “How can this be allowed.” “It is not, we simply have not yet killed him.” “ Why kill him? Why not let it be, if it poses no threat.” Hades says in an attempt to save Vulcan’s life. “Have you gone mad hades, the law is clear.” “ I understand the law, but how much effort and resources must me waist in attempting to kill one who cannot harm us. Zeus himself said the creature nearly died from his sheer presence. Can such a thing pose a threat, why not let the earth itself deal with him he will die eventually.” “ No!” shouts Zeus “I shall not allow it.” “Well how do you propose to deal with him.” “ Hephaestus said he will eventually make his way to Olympus to dethrone us, if we cannot find him he will come to us.” “So we wait.” “No the longer we wait the more likely it’s strength shall grow.” Says Hera. “ Surely you don’t all fear it.” Ask Aires. Athena chimes in. “Foolish words Aires. Lest you forget it was the smiths work, that fell the titans, that caged typhon, that you wear as armor now. This creature is no different. Forged by him there is no telling its capabilities.” Zeus looks to Hera and ask her advice. “ Why not send a creature to hunt him.“ These words cause Heracles to grind his teeth, as he thinks of his suffering at hears hands. “What creature can we send it is not a being of flesh and blood and it’s well armed if it was the disciple of Hephaestus.” “ Then we shall create a new creature one with strength to match his.” Zeus looks to the sky and reaches out his hand, he pulls downward and 15 glowing orbs come down in the shape of a lion. Heracles’s gut wrenches as he nearly screams it’s the constellation Leo. Zeus then speaks to the constellation.“Great beast we have use for you yet again, lend us your strength. A loud roar is heard and from it emerges a humanoid figure with a lion’s head. The creature is 8 ft tall and covered in fur, it’s hands and feet poses large claws. Zeus stands before the creature. “ You like the creature you hunt are not meant to exist. You go against your purpose and oppose my law, you are my hieratic. Now go beast, hunt your prey. The creature then roars. It runs off chasing after its prey. “Still how will he find them.” “ Do not fret Hades, I know where they shall head next.” “How do you know that?” “ Simple they shall seek knowledge of us.” Off out in the distant sea, we find Vulcan standing on deck with Lorelei analyzing a map. ” I believe we are here.” “You believe or you know.“ “Argh! This isn’t exactly easy you know.” “You go to sea and cannot read a map.“ “You say that as though you’re any more useful here.” “ I’m a warrior, not a navigator; my place is on a battlefield, not a ship.” “Very well then I’m a smith my place is at the forge, not the sea.” “ No you are a fool, your place is drowning in a river.“ “I should have let you drown.” mumbles Vulcan. “What was that you nave. I would strike you down had I naught owed my life to you.” She pokes him with the blade jabing into his side and he falls over in pain. Lorelei is stunned she merely prodded him. Why was he in so much pain? She sees him grip his abdomen and bends down to pull up his shirt, where she finds his wound still open nearly doubled in size. Vulcan is unlike mortals, his body is metal so he does not heal in the same way. He does not have reserves that replenish his cells; if he wishes to heal he must consume more irons and other elements in his food, to replace what he’s lost. Unfortunately much of the supplies need to be rationed and even should they not, much of the food is lacking in the specific nutrients he needs. “You truly are a fool, why keep this hidden?” “Because you knowing would do nothing. There is nothing that can help me here.” Lorelei is left helpless the gash has grown larger, but he is right there is nothing she can do. She cannot sew the wound shut or cover it, as the steaming iron would eat away at any bandage. All she can do is watch. Realizing there’s nothing she can do Vulcan pulls down his garments and stands back up holding his abdomen. Seeing this she now ask a new question. “Why did the smith never teach you to fight, with your strength you would become a god among men?” “ My father was hardly a warrior himself, all his knowledge came from years of being in war not through training, he was barely better than most men. Besides he never felt the desire to teach me the art of war, it was a chapter in life he rather I not have had to partake in.” “Very well then starting today I shall teach you how to fight. If we wish to go to war with the gods you must know how to properly fight.” “Wait who said anything about going to war.“ ” You mean to tell me you don’t seek justice for your fathers death.” “I do but why must I take them to war?“ Lorelei cannot believe the words she is hearing "You naive dolt. How do you propose to make them adhere to justice. What will your words do that previous ones have not. Mortals have pleaded with the gods for milenia, do you think they have not tried words? The gods refuse to listen to reason, they only understand one universal language strength.” “might doth not make right Lorelei.“ “Then what does? Will words bring back my sisters, will they free them or humanity? The gods have subjected us to torture because none could do the same to them. No Vulcan you are right might is not the epitome of morality, but it is the governing law of the universe. Those that wield power misuse, just as you do. They use it for evils and you refuse to use it, allowing the evils to continue. How are you any different from these gods if you stand idly by.” “ I am nothing like them!” shouts Vulcan “Then prove it. I didn’t just lose my sister I took there life’s myself, I did so not just to preserve my life and yours, but also to save them. I will take war to Olympus with or without you, I shall make my way to the domain of god’s. Will you join me in avenging our fallen or live in a fantasy.” “ Neither I will go with you to Olympus and I will fight if I must, but I will not seek blood or vengeance only justice.” “Very well then for now we are in agreement. Where shall we head next?” “We shall need a guide for Olympus one knowledgeable in the gods.” “Why would we need a guide for Olympus, can we not simply climb?” “ The mountain is not so simple, it is the domain of the gods it is filled with magics to deter intruders. Getting there is dangerous enough; if we mean to invade there kingdom we will need someone to show us how.” “ But who? Where can we find such a man?” “ Not man, god.” Vulcan pulls up the map again “If I am correct and we are here, then that means within a 3 day period in this direction we shall reach the island of agona.” “ I have never heard of such an island.” “ Not many have, it is a prison island with only a single prisoner.” “ Whom could be so hated and dangerous to warrant a solitary prison.” “ His name is Prometheus.” “ The god who brought fire to man. He would be willing to help us.” “ I think so, my father spoke very highly of Prometheus. He was very mischievous, but had a good heart and sympathy for humanity. If we offer to free him from his eternal punishment he may aid us with his knowledge of Olympus.” “ Very well then let us set sail for agona.” The two continue their journey reinvigorated with new purpose.



Chapter 10 strike while the iron’s hot



After 3 days at sea the island of agona come into view. The pair is excited to see land after being at sea for nearly a week. Since then after eating rations Vulcans wound has shrunk to its original size and depth. Still he knows he must find food rich in iron soon; he tried to fish, but out in these waters the sea is dead. After a few minutes inside the ship Lorelei emerges in her armor. Vulcan is rather disappointed, he had grown accustomed to seeing her out of her armor. Still he had not been able to look her in the eyes since seeing her nude. After time had passed he had gone to apologize, but she would hear nothing of it instead choosing to act as though it never occurred. Vulcan however could not wipe the event from his mind, and would grow nervous while talking with her. Before reaching land however they had just remembered a serious issue how would they dock; Lorelei had cut the anchor back on Geneva. If they left the ship how would they keep it from leaving. Vulcan was suddenly struck with an idea he had rummaged through their supplies and found some rope using multiple strands he tied them to his blade when they reached land using his monstrous strength and his blades incredible durability, he would drive it deep into the earth to act as an anchor. Upon coming close the island though there original excitement was taken as they saw the island’s makeup. It was almost entirely hard stone and Rocky Mountains, no vegetation, or soft earth in sight. Vulcan grew more unsure of his plan as he pondered piercing stone. Lorelei began to worry even if he did, what if the waves threw the ship into the stone wall? Vulcan instead came up with another plan a few meters out from the island he would drive the blade anchor to the bottom of the sea this would be so dangerous as he would then need to pull himself out by climbing the rope, since he could not swim. Lorelei was hesitant at first, but seeing no other choice agreed. “ I can hold my breath for 4 minutes; I will immediately sink quickly to the bottom. Take this rope and tie it to something secure, so I can climb back up since I won’t be able to swim.” “ Be careful I won’t be able to help you should you lose strength, I cannot lift you.” “I will.“ after Lorelei finishes tying the rope to the mast Vulcan jumps into the water. Within ten seconds he’s already at the sea floor, he raises his blade and strikes into the earth below, he pulls on it to check its security. He then slowly begins to pull himself up along the rope although now in the water he finally realizes what it’s like to be human. His struggle is nearly impossible as he pulls himself up his weight becomes nearly unbearable, the rope begins to stretch and thin, but he knows it will hold. The only question now is will he. Nearly 4 minutes pass and Lorelei begins to worry she begins to remove her armor in order to better swim, but just as she removes her helmet Vulcan climbs over the railing. The fear subsides and she is relieved."Glad to see you didn’t drown.” “The feeling is mutual. “ They take a smaller row boat and head for the island. Once they dock they head for the centermost mountain. The climb is difficult the rocks are smooth, so there is not much to hold too. Somehow they climb to the peak while catching their breath, in the distance they see it. They see a dead man’s wounds slowly close as he rises from the dead shouting please no more father I beg you. Just then a shadow moves across the mountaintop at great speed to the man and an eagle rapidly descends. The bird is massive nearly a wingspan of 6 meters it dives to the man and begins to to peck at his stomach. It tears apart his flesh as it removes his organs swallowing them, bit by bit. The man screams in agony. Vulcan and Lorelei confirm this is indeed Prometheus the god who disobeyed Zeus and gave fire to man, cursed by Zeus to eternally be eaten by the bird of prey. They see this happen twice more on the third time however Vulcan shoos the bird off. The bird attempts to strike him with its talons but just as steel is useless so to are its talons. After hitting the bird he flies off. He kneels down beside Prometheus the sight sickens them both after a few minutes the wounds close again and Prometheus shouts again only after a few moments he sees the pair and realizes the birds aren’t coming. “Who are you, quickly we must run before the birds arrive.” Lorelei waste no time on his questions and instead ask her own. “Are you Prometheus?” Prometheus continues pleaing until Lorelei tells him they have dealt with the bird, and that it shall not return. Prometheus sighs finally he can relax. He stares up at the pair waiting for his response . “Yes it is I Prometheus the most handsome and charming of gods, the god of great love and fun.” Vulcan turns to Lorelei. "Father did say he was rather full of himself, and could sometimes be a bother.” The two heads sink as they contemplate how this narcissist could help them. “It’s rather rude to insult someone to there face.” Prometheus comments. Lorelie has no kindness for this god as she responds. “If you prefer we can call the bird to return.“ “How rude of me. Thank you mighty saviors, to what pleasure do I owe your kind visit? Did you come seeking the pleasures of my flesh.” He stares at Lorelei and smiles, and then at Vulcan and raises his eyebrow as if to say, sure why not. Lorelei’s temper rises “You filth!” “ I prefer the term eccentric.“ “I prefer you dead.” Vulcan interrupts the bickering “Prometheus I am Vulcan son of Hephaestus, and this is my companion Lorelei. We have come to free you in exchange for your assistance.” “Hephaestus how is that ugly bastard.” “ He is dead slain by Zeus.” Prometheus’s demeanor finally breaks, as sadness sweeps across his face. “Oh that is truly terrible, he was a good god who deserved far better then his fate. Very well I can imagine what you’d like to ask, you’d like my assistance in fighting Zeus. “ Yes.” “I refuse" “You cannot refuse.” Says Lorelei pointing her sword at his throat. “I already have.” “ Why?” Questions Vulcan. “Because Zeus is not to be trifled with, are my and Hephaestus’s fate not warning enough? None can oppose him and any who do shall meet horrible fates.” “You coward even after all he’s done to you serve him blindly!“Screams Lorelei. "Blindly no, but willingly yes. Little amazon you may have never faced a god before so allow me to explain, even among gods Zeus is supreme. His word is law and any who go against it will be punished. You ask me to assist you and in return what; fail and meat a fate worse than this.” “ What fate can be worse than cowardice?” “ Trust me little amazon there are many a fate worse than cowardice.” Vulcan speaks up. ” Prometheus you once gave fire to man why? “ “Simple because I thought it would be funny, only Zeus did not laugh.” “Prometheus my father told me much about you. I know that not to be the whole truth, I know you also pleaded with Zeus to return fire, when you saw them suffering without it. I heard you were a man with integrity. Tell me can you live a life like this for eternity, a life of subservience and fear. I will free you regardless of your choice, but even should I do so, you will always live in fear under the might of Zeus. Simply aid us, you need not fight only show us the path through olympus.“ For a time Prometheus ponders the words spoken by Vulcan. He stares at him. "You truly are your father’s child. Freeing me regardless, only asking me for directions not to fight. Very well boy I will guide you in your journey and along the way get back at my father. Unbond me and I shall be your guide.” Lorelei and Vulcan smile at there success Vulcan holds the chains between his hands he looks around and ask Lorelei to borrow her dagger. He then proceeds to pick up a large stone. He places the blade directly over the chain link and hammers it down with the rock he continues to do so, slowly chipping away at the chains until they give. Prometheus jumps up immediately after freed. "Ah it feels good to be rid of those chains.” As they talk they hear a lions roar “ I thought this island was Barron. ” “It is.“ just then climbing, a hand reaches the cliff side its massive covered in fur, and its claws have dug into the stone anchoring it. What follows is the beast known as heretic. Lorelei waste no time drawing her bow "What are you doing,what if it means is no harm?” “ Are you a fool, what else could it be doing here.” “It may be a defense mechanism created by my father, to keep me from leaving.” As the creatures stands on two legs Lorelei releases her bow, the arrow flies towards the creature, but an all to familiar event occurs as it deflects off of its skin. Upon seeing this Vulcan says ” The Nemean lion.“ “What?” “ We must flee he grabs both their hands and runs. “ Why are we running the three of us together can kill it.” Lorelei protest. “No I know that creature well, my father told me stories of the hero Heracles. The only being to defeat the lion. Like me it’s skin is armor only it far surpasses me even Heracles with all his might could not cut the beast.” “ How did he kill it.” “The myth says he shot an arrow into its unarmored mouth.” “Perfect I will do that” says Lorelei with a confident smile. “ Of course that’s just the myth, as hera was not so blind. In truth he wrestled it to the ground and suffocated it.” Lorelei grunts angry and ask demandingly. “ Why not do that then?” “because I am not Heracles even he struggled against the beast’s strength, and he is said to be unrivaled in that regard. Besides the beast is no longer the same as before it was merely a lion, now it is also a man.” After hearing that Prometheus smugly mentions. “ If you feel yourself up to the challenge however feel free to face it amazon.” “ Silence coward.“ In mere seconds the beast has caught up to them. Vulcan tosses the two aside and raise his arms as guard. The beast claws slash deep into his firearm throwing him off the cliff. “No!” shouts Lorelei reaching out her hand as he falls. She raise her blade and heads for the beast. Once she strikes it, the tip of her sword chips and annoyed the beast throws his hand back tossing her aside. It then sets its sights on Prometheus who in response vanishes by turning completely translucent. The beast is far more skilled than given credit for, as it sniffs the air and stairs at the new direction of Prometheus’s location. He then gives chase as Prometheus runs it pounces at him, but just before it can sink its fangs is flung back. The creature looks down to see the chains that bound Prometheus wrapped around its leg on the other end is Vulcan holding it back. The creature pulls and fights slowly dragging Vulcan. Sensing his impending defeat vulcan relinquishes the chains and the creature fumbles forward. He then picks up the other half the chain and as the monster faces him, he strikes him with it like a whip. He keeps up a barrage of lashes although, they don’t appear to harm the beast only annoy it. They Circle each other keeping their distance, the creature drives him to the edge of the mountain and he can maintain there distance no longer. So instead he wraps the chains around his fist and taunts the creature; it goes on all fours and charges at him. He stands his ground and the creature is struck by another arrow in its eyes, it does not harm it but it does distract it. Vulcan strikes the beast with all his might then grabs at its thick mane and throws it off the mountain. Finally they can rest easy. He knows the beast is neither dead nor injured, but it is not a problem for now. Vulcan heads towards a collapsed Lorelei and lifts her cradling her he tells her "Thank you for saving me.” she nods telling him there even before falling back asleep. Prometheus comes to congratulate him and offers to carry Lorelei, as he reaches under her though he immediately pulls his hands back screaming. “ agh!“ As he is burned by the iron leaking from the slash in vulcans forearm.” Prometheus we need to leave now, that creature will return.“ “Did you not kill it? How could it survive that fall?” “It did trust in me.“ Prometheus no longer questions it and simply nods his head in agreement. “ Very well then what should we do?” “Out over the west side is our ship, we must make it there, but scaling this mountain will be difficult with Lorelei like this. Especially with that monster chasing after us.” “Then we simply don’t scale it.” “What?” after a few minutes Prometheus is again in chains screaming, before long the bird returns at the sight only this time the chains are not truly bounding him. As the bird lands Prometheus wraps the chains around the bird. Vulcan then comes to hold it down as Prometheus lets go the chain and heads toward its head whispering to it, causing a trance like state. The bird then follows all of Prometheus’s commands. They climb aboard its back and it attempts to take off, struggling with Vulcan atop the bird flaps with all its might. Slowly descending from the mountain just mere moments from the ground it loses its strength and crashes. Luckily no one is harmed, the bird however has died of exhaustion. Before long there back on the ship and Vulcan recovers his blade. As they set sail they can hear the lions roar coming from the island. Prometheus begins to laugh. “ Well that was fun, I think I’m gonna like being around you guys.” Vulcan laughs as well. “ Glad to have your company.” Lorelei is awakened by their laughter at first she is lost but Vulcan then explains what happened. She is pretty upset to hear that she was nearly useless for the battle, a warrior she thought and still she could do nothing. Vulcan tells her not worry and says how without her arrow they might all be dead this helps to quell some of her anger. Just then she spots his new wound tired of seeing him lose blood she cuts up her armor and ties it around his forearm it will not hold forever, but it will offer some relief. Vulcan smiles and thanks her. They then hear the sounds of cloth falling as Prometheus stands nude and exclaims. “So are we doing this or what?” They both respond “No!“ and Lorelei throws her boot at his face knocking him over. They’re journey continues with a new found ally.





