A DreamThe setting is a brightly lit dock area near a high-arching bridge, sometime in the distant future or another world. People are everywhere, and everything is noisy and bursting with anticipation. The sun is high in the nearly cloudless sky, and I stand with my father and my brother, waiting for something to happen, but I don't know what.
I'm happy, there in that place, because I have just received a call from a close friend, accepting my invitation to spend the holidays at my house. I am especially excited because I haven't properly spent time with her for what feels like ages.
I take a moment to look across the river, which is calm and wide, to the other side, the focus of the crowd's attention. As I look It takes me a moment to realize that I am staring into the faces of four long dead men, painstakingly carved into the face of a mountainside. They are almost grown over by now, rugged green hair adorning all of the chiseled heads, beards of ferns sprouting patchily along their jawlin
A Story of the Thirteenth Labor of Heracles
Heracles, after completing his twelve labors, met with an untimely death. However, because his father Zeus admired his bravery, he saved the immortal soul of Heracles, and thus Heracles became porter to the gods of Olympus.
Heracles was very grateful to his father for saving him, and for a while was very happy in his new job as porter, but he still had a nagging feeling that he pushed to the back of his mind for millennia, and after many hundreds of years serving the gods he could not suppress it any longer. Heracles longed for adventure, for trials of strength and courage as he had had in life. True, he had not liked them while he was being forced to do them, but Heracles had not realized then how much he lived for the next chance to prove himself against another foe. Back then, Heracles had longed for a quiet life. Now that he had one, he had come to loathe it, possibly more than he had loathed the labors. So Her