The hero's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he continued to stare at me.
And then, he spoke. I think you can help me, he said.
Help you with what? I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
The hero smiled, but it was a sad smile. I want to make things right, he said. I want to undo the damage that my brother did.
I was taken aback. How can I help you do that? I asked.
The hero's eyes seemed to gleam with determination. I have a plan, he said. But I need your help to carry it out.
I was intrigued, despite myself. What's the plan? I asked.
The hero leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. I want to use you to get close to the other gods, he said. I want to use you to gain their trust.
I was