"Beware, lest in attempting the grand, you overshoot the mark and fall into the grandiose." — Voltaire
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Ben slowly tore his eyes open, shivering from the cold air that stung his cheeks. Where the hell was he? It was night and all he could do was to look around his environment. He was in Creek City's river and on shore - that was for sure else he'd be drowning by now. His only source of light was from the headlights of the car intentionally left on by his kidnapper.
"You're back," All the hairs on Ben's body stood on the edge. When he woke up without his presence earlier, he had thought that all he experienced was some imagination or a crazy dream or something and was prepared to slip out unnoticed, only to get noticed by him - Hephaestus - again.
"Going somewhere?" the voice resonated deep from behind him as Ben tried to steady his pounding heartbeat.
