I’d spent my whole life dreaming of Hades, and now I was so close I felt like I could reach out beyond the glass and almost touch it.
So close, and yet so far.
The dream faded as my pod rolled, paused motionless for a second, and then began falling back towards the surface of Tartarus. The distant orb of Hades slipped from my grasp, and my stomach turned as it sensed the change in direction. My heart sank as the pod accelerated downwards. The siren lights of the Western Metropolis were pulling me home, and there was nothing I could do to resist their call.
What had gone wrong? How had the Cerberus found me? Had Samuel betrayed me? I couldn’t believe that to be true. Not after everything.
I felt like the Greek King Tantalus – the vines withering as I reached out to take their fruit, and the waters around my feet receding as I bent to take a sip – and I wondered what I had done to deserve this cruel punishment.
How would you continue this story? Why is the protagonist forbidden to leave the planet Tartarus, and why is he so desperate to do so?
Is this the start of a story or just its unfortunate end?
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