After some time, Hinmatoom arranged everything. First, he asked Aganos to help him clear the road except for the crater. He then told the golem to hide while calling the authorities. When police and medical personnel arrived, they needed his statement.
With his car damaged, the police offered to assist Hinmatoom. He told them of a lodge five miles away. Before leaving, he returned to his vehicle and collected his belongings. He paused when he picked up a picture of him and his younger brother, smiling. After deep breathing, he placed the photo in his shirt pocket. Accompanied by two police officers, he left in the patrol car.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at a wooden lodge. After thanking the police, Hinmatoom approached his family’s summer home. He recalled exploring the woods with Tipyeléhne as a child. He retrieved his cell phone and called his insurance company.
A rustle in the forest caught his attention as he hung up.
Soft booms echoed as trees parted, moving closer. Armed with tomahawks, he prepared himself.
Once the figure revealed itself, Hinmatoom relaxed.
“You scared me, Aganos,” he signed. “How did you find me?”
“Your fighting spirit is strong, so I tracked you. What is this place?”
“This is where I planned to spend my vacation.”
“Is it related to your sadness?”
Hinmatoom placed his hand on his patch pocket. “You might agree. Quick question: how did you become this way?”
The golem studied its appearance. “It’s a long story.”
“I have nothing better to do.”
After much debate, the giant sat down. “I should start when I was born three thousand years ago.”
Though stunned, Hinmatoom’s brows furrowed. “I thought you couldn’t recall anything.”
“I can remember my past. Just not the events after my deep sleep. My appearance was different compared to now. A group of individuals called the Mycenaeans built me. I was a war machine made from gears and bronze armor. Also, I guarded their citadel against enemies from afar.”
“Were there more of you around? Were they also the ones that gave you your name?”
“Plenty. Regarding the second question, my name will come later. As the strongest, they gifted me a jewel.” Aganos pointed at the emerald gem on its brow. “They called it the Eye of the Ancients. As a result, I am in touch with the Spirit World. As time passed, my makers’ ideals clashed.
“My kind got caught up in it and fought against each other. I was the only survivor.”
Hinmatoom couldn’t imagine what the golem endured.
“From the sea, raiders seized my home. I attempted to escape, but they trapped me in a canyon,” the golem continued. “They pried the crystal off my head, subduing me to their will. Throughout time, I moved from one evil ruler to another. I became cold and heartless, with one thing in mind: destruction.
“With so many battles, my body crumbled. My creators would provide the needed parts to repair the damage. Without that luxury, I used anything to make myself whole. From stones to armor pieces.”
Hinmatoom fell silent. It must’ve been torture not to receive repairs. “Did someone rescue you?”
“Yes. In the last war, a king claimed me. His views of me were more expansive than those of petty tyrants before. He reunited me with the Eye of the Ancients and gave me the name Aganos. Pronouncing his name was challenging, but those serving him called him Nergal.
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