Called Upon

Chapter 11

         In the midst of the night, as darkness swallowed the lands and silence enveloped the atmosphere, an unknown figure emerged at the gates of Olympus. Cloaked in a tattered hoodie that concealed his face from the faint flicker of surrounding light, he strode forward with a majestic gait, each step summoning a trail of dust that obediently followed his footsteps.

The wind, ever restless, attempted to snatch his cap away, but he firmly clutched onto it, refusing to relinquish his disguise. In a moment of relief, he released his grip, his face concealed once more.

Unbeknownst to the figure, the guards assigned to protect the entrance laid in an oblivious slumber, their formidable spears leaning against their breastplates. Seated on an elevated platform, their heads bowed towards the ground, that even if they were to awaken, they would not notice the intruder in time.

Seizing the opportunity presented by their vulnerability, the unwelcome visitor effortlessly vaulted over the walls that encircled the magnificent city. His movements were fluid, his actions seemingly superhuman, as he stealthily made his way into the heart of Olympus. Each step emanated a force that compelled particles of dust to dance and float away, entranced by his silent determination.

His path led him towards the grand Pantheon, a divine temple dedicated to the gods. While his purpose remained uncertain, his unwavering gaze conveyed a resolute determination.

Standing in his way were numerous guards, firm in their duty to prevent any trespassers from accessing the sacred grounds. Fully aware of the difficult obstacle that laid before him, the intruder refused to be prevented by these watchful guards.

Employing a clever strategy, he started a quarrel between two guards, knowing it would provoke the others into action. Taking cover behind a nearby bush, he forcefully hurled a stone at the guard standing closest to him, purposefully catching the attention of his target.

The guard, however, chose to feign ignorance. The intruder repeated the action, yet the guard continued to disregard the disturbance. It became evident that the guard's resistance was a mere facade, a futile attempt to conceal his annoyance.

Undiscouraged, the intruder made one final attempt, tossing another stone towards the guard. This time, the guard's patience reached its limit, and he retaliated by hurling a rock back towards a guard whom he believed was doing so. The guard couldn't imitate his brother's endurance and tossed it back to him. The exchange of projectiles sparked a physical quarrel between the two guards, their fists flying in a fury of blows.

The commotion attracted the attention of their fellow guardians, who swiftly rushed towards the scene, some attempting to break up the fight while others cheered on the display of aggression. Amidst the chaotic frenzy, the intruder silently slipped past, unnoticed in the blizzard of intermingling bodies.

Having successfully navigated this hazardous endeavor, the figure finally arrived at the entrance of the temple. However, his path was obstructed by two imposing, muscular guards showing off deadly sharpened spears, capable of piercing through flesh and bone. Their eyes continuously scanned for any potential threat, ready to extinguish a life without hesitation.

Considering his next move, the intruder's gaze fell upon a discarded helmet, left behind by one of the guards. With a quick decision, he seized the opportunity to create a diversion. He hurled the helmet far away, drawing the guards' attention towards the unexpected disturbance.

Intrigued and confused, they cautiously approached the object, weapons at the ready. Seizing the moment, the intruder stealthily slipped away in the opposite direction, his mission progressing despite the formidable guardians before him.