A shudder enveloped his body, and his eyes widened.
He knew this one. An aura emitted from it, one that was not new
to him.
Surely, this was the unseen companion!
Without hesitation he released his arrow.
The laughter that came from out the fog held little humor.
"Your puny weapons are merely playthings. I would end you now,
if it were not that the fates have written, and it is by the
tarn you shall meet your destiny. If you survive this world, or
non-world! I leave you now, earthling. Find your way back to
Olympus and Zeus. If you can!"
The unearthly laughter sounded once more, then faded, as did
the figure half displayed in the swirling fog.
In his ears was but silence, and his eyes saw only the swirling
fog.
'That tomorrow may come.' The words repeated themselves in his
brain. What had Zeus intended? Was the unseen companion the evil
influence dominating this strange world? Or were there other,
still hidden, culprits. "Zeus, you have indeed given me a
strange chore. I know not where to turn! If only I could lift
this fog!"
He wandered through the streets. Glancing at a pond in passing
he recognized it. He knew that he had merely retraced his
steps, neared Mist's dwelling. With a sigh he found the door,
entered.
He sat quietly on the mat, fell asleep.
Dreams, interrupted by moments of awareness, disturbed his
rest. Dreams of Mist, of the unseen companion, finally of
Athena. She spoke strange words to him, words couched in
riddles.
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