Walking in the dusk that consumes the twilight in the forest, I pause to contemplate the possibilities that await.
I had followed the waters of the mighty Acheron to find my way here. Cerberos has waited patiently for my arrival ending this long journey, so we pause to drink from the Oath River, Styx.
As we drink, Charon's hearty laughter reminds us where we are. I glance up in time to watch the boatman shove off, jingling the two coins I paid for the journey in his hand. The finality sinks in.
A cool breeze raises the hair on my neck, yet the air is completely calm. I scoop another handful of the blood-warm water in a feeble attempt to quench this thirst.
We stand and turn to the path only to be startled by a blind prophet. Teiresias cuts my hand and drinks the blood, his payment for the prophecy we soon hear.
I am told of my impending time crossing the fields of Asphodel. A boring thought made worse by the revelation that I won't be allowed to drink the waters of Lethe.
The prophet laughs as he fortells various possibilities. If I win this game of chance I can cross Asphodel and travel to the Elysian Fields.
Slowly, I lower my hand and place it lovingly on Cerberos' nearest head. He enjoys the attention and nudges me closer to the gate. I continue down the path that beckons my attention and strengthens my resolve. The mighty dog walks beside me and licks the blood from my hands as he simultaneously scans the area.
I must enter the gate and Cerberos must remain here. I rub his head to a low rumbling growl. He yelps his desire for me to stay. As I bend and hug him, he bites my shoulder, careful not to infect me with his poisonous drool. The teethmarks will stay as a reminder to return here for him.
I venture forth wondering why the prophet has neglected to discuss this particular aspect of my fate...
[This message has been edited by Panther (edited October 06, 2000).]