He longed for immortality, for power, yet the promises the divine made to mortals held no such clause. They granted fire, calmed the winds and rains, ensured bountiful harvests, but none, none would grant life to mortals.
"Only you are the exception, reverend Master of The Thousand Thunders, King of All Gods."
"Only you understand our prayers, there is little in this world you cannot grant. You have not set limits to the rewards, but you have given us hope to achieve all."
With hope and praise, just as in every time past, Ossen began to chant aloud the poems that depicted the Divine King.
Now, he should demonstrate his worth to the Divine King.
"Zeus, o mighty deity of great honor, immortal Zeus!
I pray to you, offering proof of recompense!
Supreme monarch, through your head reveal the sacred:
The Mother Goddess of the earth, the roaring mountain shores, the ocean and the stars arrayed across the sky.
