Trouble
"You had better pray this comes out," Cronus snarled.
Agnon stared at the rapidly spreading stain on Cronus' shirt and knew he was in big trouble. If the god of time couldn't get rid of it, he would not hesitate to reign down punishment on the head of his giant servant.
If only he hadn't tripped on that stupid rock, none of this would be happening. He'd only been trying to bring Cronus something to eat. It wasn't his fault. He'd stumbled and the tray had gone flying out of his hands.
He closed his eyes, hoping for a miracle.