The forest seems to stretch endlessly. The only landmarks are the fires that consume the trees after lightning befalls the lands. The fires rage, ravenous and eager to devour anything and everything in their path.
Sol stops as he approaches a sea of flames. He still hasn't seen any hint of this golden chain and now wildfire lies before him.
Usually, he is not so daunted by fire. Fire, in fact, is his domain. But his body is weak, and the wound on his wing still has yet to heal. Sol is apprehensive. "Are you sure it's this way?" he asks the little god dangling off his arm.
The kid has since stopped struggling but now he's huffing indignantly and refusing to answer Sol's question.
Annoyed, Sol grabs the kid by the collar again and this time raises him so they are face to face. "Hey," he spits crudely. "If you don't answer me then I suppose I'll just have to toss you into the flames."
