The little titan ran into Zeus's home and stole the eternal light.

Then he ran.
Madly zigzag-ing through the maze set up by the deformed god of all inventors, Hephaestus.

Looking back periodically to observe the pace of Apollo and Artemis who were both hot in pursuit.

He heard the growl of the three headed hound from Hades and quickened his steps towards the palace of the earthlings.

The sirens, the half sleeping Hypnos and Aphrodite raised their voices to the highest pitch and sang a tune composed by the wielder of the thunderbolt.
All with the intent of lulling the thief into a deep sleep.
Yet, the runner stuffed his ears with reeds from the Nile and kept on his course.

The earthshaker, Poseidon extended his trident and sent a huge wave to drown him.
Quickly marshaling all the Cyclops and the guardians of Atlantis to run and capture the runner.
Still, the runner evaded all darts shot at him and glided on the wave like an experienced surfer.
All in a bid to reach the land of men and give to them a priceless gift.

He arrived Greece in time.
Stepped on the shores of the ancient city and thanked the fates for weaving a very durable fate for him.
One which could not be easily snipped in two by the scissors of the gods.

The soldiers saw him and marveled.
For he was a sight to behold and his gift was priceless.

The king threw a feast for three days straight.
One in which wine kept flowing in excess and the hunters kept supplying the lamb roasts.
On in which the damsels kept dancing and the pipers kept crafting new eulogies.
A feast which ended on the third day.

Then, amnesia came upon the humans.
The fragrance of forgetfulness warfed through the air and was inhaled by every citizen.

The wells of thanks dried up.
The king remembered the lessons on the politics of the court and immediately threw out their saviour.
For the people had started whispering during the feast and the walls had picked up the gossip and promptly relayed it to the king.

The citizens forgot that they lived in darkness once upon a time.
Forgot that the saviour had brought the light which they had craved for all their lives.
Forgot that one who has done good deserves all the thanks at all periods in time.

Their saviour was forgotten.
Left to die in the streets and not welcome into their homes nor given a drink in the tarvens.
Left to fend for himself and not given any leftovers at the bakeries nor given entrails at the butcher's.

They had simply exhibited their humanly flaw.
And the titan was left frustrated and angry.
Had he known, he would have pleased his makers and not depended on the goodwill of humans.

His last song rang thus as the large crows circled overhead; awaiting his final sigh.

Man o man
Most miserable of all creatures
Cursed to strive for all masteries.
Yet, he comes to a bleak realization that all fails him.
Cursed to ride on treacherous waters in search for hope.
Driven by a luckless tide.
Only to land on the shores of Ogyia and be heartbroken like the famed Odysseus.

Man o man.
Content to forget the ephemeral nature of the brain, he follows a dreadful path.
Striving to please his mates with all manner of speech and trickery.
Only to be stung by the dart of loneliness after the whole parade.
For life is a circus.
One in which spectators keep moving around; content at one moment with the elaborate display of an actor and discarding that actor at the next minute.
Life is lonely,
One which only makes sense when a human spends time with the supernatural who values him.
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