I had been a fool to trust in a hero, a man who could only love the mighty echo of his own name throughout the centuries. It could have undone me. I could have shriveled and died on this very beach. I could have wept a lonely ocean before the crows came for my eyes, and my blinded spirit could have howled for eternity in the bleak marshes at the banks of the Styx. But instead, this laughing god had cast his light across my story.
