"Name's Hephaestus, but my friends call me Hephie."
I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe I had already found a God, I've only just started on Prometheus' quest!
"You just gonna stand there, or ya gonna say somethin'?" Said Hephaestus,
"I'm kind of busy right now, ya know, and just standing there ain't gonna help."
Then I thought that my journey would be much easier, because it's not going to be too hard to find gods if they're just in the human realm and give away their identity.
"I'm still waitin' for an answer, kid."
"Oh, right. Prometheus, or 'Pro'' as you call him, asked me to earn the favour of the gods to gain access to their powers, and since I've found you already, I guess I should start here."
Hephaestus let out a short 'Ha,', and replied,
"It ain't gonna be easy, especially with them three. That shit'll take some real heroics, even more with Z."
"Who're 'them three'?"
"Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus. They're VERY picky on their heroes. Anyways, I see you don't got a weapon."
He was right. Getting a weapon was going to be hard as a fugitive. The easiest way would be to steal one, but I don't want to be charged with even more crimes.
"Yeah, and I don't have any money either..."
"Well, one of my abilities can help with that. I hereby bestow upon you the ability to use my ability, Forge of the Gods. It allows you to create a mythical weapon that will stay by your side for a short time, at the cost of a small portion of your life energy, but the damage is only temporary, it should recover fairly quickly."
Then, I felt a strange sensation going through my body. I wasn't planning on fighting anything, so I decided to test my new ability.
"Forge of the Gods!" I called, and I felt something in my left hand, and looked to see the hilt of a sword sticking out. I pulled it out until was free of my hand. I felt slightly weaker and a bit light headed, most likely a side effect of my drained life energy, but I didn't care. The sword was about one and a half meters long. The blade had an intricate design of Prometheus sculpting humans, his careful hands carving every nook and cranny into the body, and it had a faint red glow along the lines of the carving.
"Ah, so that is your weapon. Everyone who uses the forge gets a weapon tailored to their combat style, and a design showing their connection to a god. Gods don't get that, though, as, well, they're gods." Said Hephaestus.
"It is called, 'glýptis ton flogón'."
To be continued