“Do you remember the story of Pandora’s box?” Prometheus asks. “She was given the plinth in her dowry, told to never open it, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened it, unleashing untold horrors on humanity.”
“Not a glowing recommendation for trusting either of you,” I say.
“She closed it back up but the damage was done. The only thing left inside the plinth was hope and if it’s ever opened again, hope will flee humanity too,” Prometheus says.
“How do we know that you don’t wish to open it and doom the world yourselves?” Raven speaks up. “You capitalized on the queen’s crimes to gain freedom. I don’t trust it.”
“Either way, we have to get the plinth before someone else does,” I say with sigh.
“I still don’t trust them,” Jayden says.
“Agreed but we can’t let hope be released from the box.” I cross my arms. “If you’re betraying us, then I will find a way to end you both. Painfully.”
“Noted.” Prometheus smirks. “You can try. I’ve endured torture for millennia.”
“Still don’t recommend trusting this guy,” Jayden says, shaking his head.
“I know but the concern is valid and we have no proof they are working with the queen so I guess we're going on a chariot race.” I frown.
Raven bounces on her toes in excitement for this turn of events. When Sara was talking about doing a chariot race at the academy, Raven was disappointed we wouldn’t be competing, but with Hermes also an athletic god among other things, it makes sense they would bring back the brutal and bloody Olympic games of Ancient Greece.
This could turn into a terrible decision, but what choice do we really have? Humanity is always in peril and if we don’t try to stop it, no one will.
It’s going to be brutal and bloody battle. I just hope we all survive.
