Where the Eagles Dare
A mortal and a titan sit side by side on the head of a great boulder, gazing at the stars. The mortal barely a man and the titan barely a god.
They are spending the last few quiet moments together before the titan, Prometheus, must answer his cousin Zeus’ summons to Olympus.
“It is almost time, my love.”
“Can Zeus not wait a few more cherished seconds?”
“It is best not to leave the King of the Gods waiting. I may be a titan, but I am no fool.”
“No, you’re right, that is Pandora’s job.”
Not wanting to risk Zeus’ patience any longer, Prometheus turned to his mortal lover and gave him a peck on the cheek before disappearing into the brisk, night air.
Prometheus seldom found himself at the gates of Olympus, let alone in
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Alone now, Zeus and Prometheus faced each other. Prometheus with a smug smirk and Zeus with barely controlled anger behind his eyes. “Man needs meat to survive, cousin,” said Prometheus.
“Then they shall eat it raw.” His fingers snapped, and his face spread into a cruel grin.
At that moment in the mortal world, his lover lay on the boulder staring at the stars. On the lake shore below him, his kin sat around fires and wrapped themselves in furs to stem the biting chill in the air.
In a clap of thunder and a flash of lighting those fires disappeared. All the warmth left the mortal world. Snow began to fall.
Back on Olympus, Zeus sat smugly upon his throne. No words were cast between Prometheus and the Olympian. Prometheus instead grit his teeth, set his jaw, and turned on his heel to leave the throne room. This would not be the end of the matter. If man were to survive they needed fire. He paced for days in the courtyard of Olympus. His soul could not find rest until he could scheme his way to the reinstatement of fire for mankind. Stealing from a god was not an action to consider lightly and betraying Zeus could carry an even greater consequence. For man and for his love, he would do
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Prometheus just happened to be good friends of both. Hephaestus also happened to be discussing his latest invention. “Yes, I have been working on it for several moons now,” said Hephaestus. “I think maybe tonight I shall take a break and visit Eucleai.” “Oh, when will you visit?” “Ah, sometime tonight between dusk and dawn.” “May I use your workshop in your absence, then?” “Anything for you sister,” said Hephaestus, trying to look as earnest as godly possible. “I will even leave the door unlocked.” “Gratitude, I shall stay only until the late hours of dusk.” Zeus be damned.
That day he made a brief appearance in the mortal world. His heart seized at the state of man. Fall had faded into winter. Snow blanketed the earth and there were no fires to keep mankind warm from its chill.
The boulder where he so often met his lover jutted out from the snow defiantly. It’s smooth surface void of the mortals’ familiar body. With great haste, Prometheus sought out his lover. Stopping only to pick fennel from a nearby field. He found the mortal wrapped in furs, shivering in his humble mud brick home on the outskirts of the