Decision

A labor for a God.

An adventurous climb filled with struggle and agony, yet at the top of the mountain lies fame, glory, and wealth like no other.

Perhaps, some time ago in the past, I would have been seduced by such promises. Slaying mythological beasts and carving my name into the annals of history, similar to the likes of Heracles and Achilles. But even when blinded, I could see this for what it truly is... Slavery.

What else would it be?!

We are forced into becoming tools for the Gods to carry out their wills, or pawns for some scheme of theirs!

I scoffed at such a proposal. Where were the Gods when I prayed in anguish?

I cried tears of blood and bit off my own flesh in order to sustain myself?! I prayed to them, to any of them, offering all that there is to me as sacrifice in order for the torture to stop....

But all I got was a demeaning silence.

And now they want me to run around like some errand boy? Now, they take notice of me?