He awoke, head throbbing, in a tent that smelled of a distinctly familiar, but not so pleasant odour. He groaned, as he forced himself to an upright position to investigate his surroundings. In the corner was a bucket, presumably filled with piss, which would explain the smell. He maneuvered out the tent, careful not to upset the bucket.

The sun hit him and felt nice on his back. He continued forward, eyes closed, letting the sun work its magic on the length of his body, until he came in contact with something. He opened his eyes, and his head being inclined downward, the first thing he saw was a steel-tipped boot. His eyes traveled from the boot up the massive leg, to an even more massive torso, and finally a head.

The head was huge and hairy, but it would have been more intimidating if the man hadn't been smiling so widely. There was a certain charm in his eyes that made you feel like laughing. The man stooped over and pulled Enamore up to his feet and then further up into a bone-crunching hug.

His eyes widened in shock, pain, and surprise as his mother emerged from behind the man He turned to her, with pleading eyes, not knowing the degree to which she could rescue him. Surprising, as soon as his mom said, "Let him go," he felt himself being dropped. He looked up, and then with even greater surprise, his mom leaned over and kissed the man.

"Enamore- meet your father."

The man was so charming, funny and good that Enamore quickly accepted him as his father for those reasons, if not for the subconscious fear that he did not want to see this man angry. Ever. Just thinking of the damage he could cause someone made Enamore cringe.

The father and mother immediately hauled Enamore around the island to meet everyone and make introductions with festive greetings from all. Finally, after a long day, they ended up in the mountains at the mouth of a cave. Inside, there was complete darkness, but that is where Enamore was being dragged to by his parents.

Inside, they waited- Enamore didn't know for what, though. But suddenly, the cave was illuminated with light from a small campire that had ignited from nowhere. Around it, sat three witches. One faced back, the other forward, and one directly at them. They were blind, with no eye sockets, but There was no doubt that they could still see. They were the Fates.

The one facing them spoke. "Enamore, welcome back."

The one facing forward spoke. "It is a pity you must be leaving so soon. Your fate awaits."

The one facing backward spoke. "Yes, a pity. Your past seemed so happy, even though there were times you had to run away from your troubles."

"Even now you want to run." The first Fate spoke.

"But the future has come. You can run no more." The second Fate spoke.

"The past is over." The third Fate spoke.

The first Fate spoke again. "He is impatient, sisters. He wants to know his mission."

The second Fate spoke again. "Very well, warrior. The battle you must fight is one of love. You will have very powerful opponents, and even more beautiful but difficult prize. You see...you must capture Hera's heart."

Enamore waited for the third Fate to speak again. But she remained silent. She represented the past, and her silence signified that his past was over.

"When do I begin?" Enamore asked.

"You must leave tonight. No goodbyes, no farewells, just leave." The first Fate spoke.

"And what of my parents? Cannot I, at least, say bye to them?"

"No." The second Fate spoke. "If you succeed, you will see them again."

"But, can't you tell me if I succeed or not?"

Silence. They were done speaking.

"Well?" he screamed, frustrated, as the campfire begin to die out drowning the cave out in darkness.

He stood there, and would have continued to stand there, if his father hadn't said, "Just go, son. You will do fine."

He nodded, even though he knew they could not see him. And he resisted the urge to say Goodbye, remembering what the Fates had said. And as he left the cave, he could imagine his mother crying and his father leaning to comfort her.

Outside, halfway down the path from the cave, he then began to wonder how he was to even begin. Was he to walk? Fly? Swim? But his answers were revealed in the format of the pure white horse that neither and looked up at him with clear eyes. Folded on its back, were two magnificent wings made for the angels

"Pegasus" he breathed out. Everyone knew the famed horse.

Cautiously, he approached it, and Pegaus snorted as if to say hurry-up. Or at least Enamore thought he did. And he flung himself on Pegasus back.

"Mount Olympus," he breathed in Pegasus' ear.

And they were off