5:43pm, Central Park, New York, NY. May 25, 2014
"It's about time I was freed from that blasted tree," the titan groaned.
"Mortal, fetch me some food."
"Yes, master," the young demigod replied, his mousy face tightening in distaste.
You free a glorious titan, and what do you get? You get to be his personal servant.
Lost in his thoughts, the demigod walked straight into his boss.
"Oh, I uh, Master! I was - well, um . . ."
"That's quite alright, Darby. I'll take it from here." The young man's voice was light and gentle, but Darby could see the angry glint in his boss's eyes.
"Oh, um, of course, sir. I was just going to -" Darby stuttered.
"Step aside."
"Okay." Darby said. Oh, man, he was dead now.
"Go . . . go tend to the . . . livestock." And with that, Darby's boss strode towards the freed titan.
Instead of scurrying off to the "livestock", like a good little henchman, Darby waited for his boss to turn the corner, then scurried after him.
"You are not my food, I suppose." The titan said.
"No, sir." Darby's boss replied. "I am the one who commissioned this task of releasing you from your imprisonment."
"Oh?"
"Yes, my lord."
"I see. What do you hope to gain from this venture?" the great titan inquired. "From my experience with mortals, I have learned they require payment for everything."
"I only wish to aid you on your quest of vengeance on Olympus." Darby's boss answered.
"So be it."
With those words, the titan and Darby's boss talked and planned well into the night, unbeknownst of the seventeen-year-old eavesdropper outside their tent.
Yes, Darby's boss mused. This will work out quite nicely.
