Erinyes Game
You quickly whisper your ideas to Hephaestus, who looks nervous but nods.
“I wonder if those Furies ever caught on to the fact that I’m Charon?” You say, maybe a little too loudly. “It’s been difficult, trying to protect people from death.”
“I imagine it was,” says Hephaestus, playing his part. “But what will you do tonight?”
“Well, I don’t want you to die, so I’ll protect you. I don’t think Hera knows I’m Charon, so if she is a Fury, hopefully she won’t go for me, yeah?”
“Let’s hope so. Thank you for protecting me, Hestia. Have a good night.”
“You too.”
You give Hephaestus a wink before heading to your own room. Acting is hard. Hopefully Hera bought it, and you’d live to see another day.
You go to sleep, and your dreams are pink and white, a flower field made of poisonous blooms. You know that they’re deadly, and yet you gather armfuls of flowers and make yourself a bouquet that slowly brings you down, down, into the earth.
“I wonder if those Furies ever caught on to the fact that I’m Charon?” You say, maybe a little too loudly. “It’s been difficult, trying to protect people from death.”
“I imagine it was,” says Hephaestus, playing his part. “But what will you do tonight?”
“Well, I don’t want you to die, so I’ll protect you. I don’t think Hera knows I’m Charon, so if she is a Fury, hopefully she won’t go for me, yeah?”
“Let’s hope so. Thank you for protecting me, Hestia. Have a good night.”
“You too.”
You give Hephaestus a wink before heading to your own room. Acting is hard. Hopefully Hera bought it, and you’d live to see another day.
You go to sleep, and your dreams are pink and white, a flower field made of poisonous blooms. You know that they’re deadly, and yet you gather armfuls of flowers and make yourself a bouquet that slowly brings you down, down, into the earth.