Chapter 29: Underworld
Once he was dead he was defeated, and he knew it, that was obvious from all the pain in his voice. I think I felt sorry for him, was he really a bad ruler? Except for sending people back in time most said he was a good ruler. He was just, he made sure everyone was protected, he was just power crazy, but he knew how to use that power for good. It was like the titan Kronos from Greek mythology, he was a good ruler just a bad father. Except with Henry you got to take the father part out, he just hated certain people, but one thing stuck out in my mind, he's dead.
"Wait if you're here . . . where am I?" I asked, my anger subsiding for a few moments, allowing me to think.
"The underworld I think, not really heaven, not really hell, like limbo but at the same time it isn't," he answered while I looked at him confused.
"That doesn't make any sense. The underworld is just something from myths," I answered, Henry glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
"Greeks, Romans, Egyptian, they were as smart and civilized as us if not more. It shouldn't be odd that their stories of gods and goddesses can be as real as ours of Jesus and the God," he replied making me look down. He was right and I should have more religion tolerance at this age, at least mental age.
"I just can't believe it's real," I replied simply.
"Even while you're staring at Phlegethon, the river of the fire, something only their 'myths' speak of," he questioned, my eyes widening. I knew he was right, but I just couldn't change my views. I just wanted to change the subject fast.
