"Anything," the queen said with a smile.
The boy let out a grin. "Not right now. I will tell you at the end of the day."
Damonis laughed. "Whatever you want, son. Just say it."
"Okay, let's first go to the Temple." The Queen put a stop to the conversation, dragging them to the temple to do the rituals and please the Olympian gods for a bright future.
But just as they entered the prayer hall, they saw a man standing there, in front of the statue of Zeus, staring at his face. Tall, draped in rough gray robes, eyes like molten bronze. His face was sharp, lined with time, but proud. A flickering flame danced on his palm, unburning and bright.
Damonis halted in his footsteps in surprise. "Prometheus…"
The queen's smile vanished, and a frown appeared on her face. "Prometheus? The Bound One?"
