A flash of golden light enveloped us. As the brightness got dimmer, I first saw dove-like ivory wings and I thought am I dead and an angel is about to bring me to heaven.
"Oh no, that concept all comes from me. You know, bringing the souls of the dead to the underworld." a familiar masculine voice spoke from the light. The glow disappeared to show man in a white tunic and winged sandals on his feet.
"Hermes?" "Correct! There's no one else in line." Now let me describe him to you very carefully for when he reads this. Many people depict Hermes as a thin, loose boy-like mischievous guy who isn't very cool. Wrong!
He actually looks kind of like a tween-aged dude who has slight athletic build from all that running, bringing souls from the dead and carrying messages back and forth from the gods. You'd think, does he ever get a break? But yes, his brown eyes do have a mischievous glint to them and that actually lopsided smirk of his can be a dangerous smile to others. Okay, I think he'll be satisfied with this description of him.
If any of you see Hermes tell him how I described him and see his reaction. Anyway, I remembered him from the Underworld. He was the one who took me to my first trip to the mortal world.
Flashback: I sitting in the Fields of Asphodel with a woman who was talking about some boring stuff about Greek History. Suddenly Hermes came in and said, "What are you doing here, don't you think this is a killjoy place to be in. Come on, I want to you something." He handed me a pair of winged sandals and we took to the air. Once we came out I saw a bright light and I said, "What's that?" "Oh that? It's just Apollo showing off. Keep up, we need get a whole group of souls. There's been plenty of trials in hippo dude's place, meaning lots of souls, little time. Were here!" As soon as we stopped I saw a man who I recognized. He was in the news all over the underworld. Dad had been angry, mad, for him bringing his father and grandfather back into the picture. His eyes were burning in deep hatred. But Hermes couldn't take his soul. It just ran. Ran for the life of his death.End of flashback.
'Do you have a weapon?' Hermes thought inside my head. 'No, why?' Instead of answering he said 'Think fast.' The scene changed to the throne room back home. Now I knew my training had begun.
