Prometheus the Fire Thief
Days were always cold on the mountain in the Caucasus – where Prometheus was chained to a huge, miserable boulder.
The day this tale begins brought sharp, cold winds. The sun was nowhere to be seen – only dark, angry clouds which rained upon the mountain and Prometheus. No flowers, grass or trees – no life was kept on the mountain, only cold, hard rock.
The Titan who had given birth to humankind, who had done such good deeds, was held prisoner by Zeus. His own father, Iapetus, hadn't objected to Theus' entrapment. Of course, the Fire Thief hadn't had much say in the dilemma – since as he was the one to cause it.
Theus' hands strained against the bounds, shivering from the cold. He smirked. 'Yes, Zeus. You see? I haven't given up. I will be free.' The Titan thought, knowing that the Gods of Mount Olympus were watching him. But for now, Theus was bored. Sisyphean. That was a fitting description of his life, he thought, smirking. Sisyphus was still rolling that stone up the mountain and then watching it roll back down. He wondered briefly if the used-to-be King was as bored as him. Or if he was just frustrated. He would've guessed that the frustration must've passed by now...
One thing was pretty clear – the Gods of Mount Olympus weren't very smart. Except Athena. She was the goddess of wisdom, after all.
Again, Theus began bending his wrist, trying to get it out. No use. He tried again, and only heard a soft 'crack', the sound barely reaching his ears over the whistling of the wind.
'Damn. Now my bloody wrist is broken. Oh well.. Not like I'll die...' He sneered quietly, then burst out laughing. Ha. Die. Yeah, right. Of course he wasn't going to die. How could he?
Theus sighed, and wondered if the gods were getting annoyed that he still had the strength to laugh. He certainly hoped so.
Damn. An broken wrist was annoying.
A few minutes away, a large, black and brown beast shot towards the Caucasus, towards Theus. His feathers were slick, and it's beak twisted into a hideous grin.
This is the epilogue, I guess. If I get a review or two saying that I should continue, then I will.