No Limits (15 page)

Heron slowly climbed the steps that had been carved into the side of the mountain hundreds of years ago. The wind tugged at his cloak and threatened to pull him off the ledge and into the deadly abyss below. Heron ignored it. He had survived for thousands of years. It would take more than wind to kill him.

Heron cautiously made his way into a dark cavern at the top of the mountain. He stopped before the last rays of light faded. He dared not step into the darkness.

“My Lord,” he cried out. “Luke Carter has failed. He has been taken prisoner by the Amazons.”

The was silence for a moment and then a pair of glowing blood-red eyes snapped open at the other side of the cavern. There was low rumbling chuckle that seemed to shake the mountain.

“Luke has not failed,” a deep voice said. “The Amazon girl is pregnant with his child. I will seize the babe an
d use its blood to access Ares’ tomb.”

Heron frowned. “I thought you meant to control the Amazons and the
Gargarians with the newborn,” he said.  

“That was Luke’s price,” the voice said with obvious disdain. “He was short-sighted. He did not understand that power that can come to the one who is able to revive and control the god of war.”

“What will you do, My Lord?” Heron asked, fearing the answer.

“I will visit war down upon these pitiful humans,” the voice said with growing intensity. “They will
beg me for forgiveness on bended knee and I shall give them none. None! I will have my revenge and unleash my Titan brethren from their ancient prison. I will raise up a new race of beings from the Titans who will crush the human race beneath their heels. The final word mankind hears will be the sound of its last son or daughter whispering my name with a dying breath. Say it now. Say my name.”

Heron started to tremble. He opened his mouth, struggled to steady himself, and said, “Prometheus.”