The Greatest FireThe Greatest Fire
Heracles looked upon the poor man with an unsettling mixture of sorrow and guilt. To think, his own father had subjected this man to this savage fate, and now, he was too late. Prometheus stood on his two feet, fit and healthy in body, but his mind was not as it was.
The once formidable and sharp mind had been reduced to a shadow of its self, Prometheus had locked himself mentally away sometime during his torture. It seems that over the centuries, he had been completely lost, and Heracles doubted his ability to restore him. He felt a flash of anger flicker inside him - how could his father do such a thing? Before now, Heracles had thought of Zeus as nothing less than what he was, a god, but this
He had nothing but pity for this man. He had seeked to help mankind, and after spending his whole life in the care of humans, Heracles knew he would have done the same thing, even if it meant defying his father. For once in his life he had doubt in the wisdom of the king