After much thought; I,
Prometheus, having the relationship with the mortals that I do could not stand
for this. I must devise another plan,
even more brilliant than my last to retrieve fire from the gods and deliver it
to the mortals. What is the perfect way
to transport fire? With no side-effects what so ever? I thought, then it just
came to me, the perfect object in all the lands in which fire could be
transported; fennel. So I went and took
the fire from the gods in the ever resourceful fennel, out witting Zeus and
delivered it to the mortals. O the joy,
the mortals have the fire to do with what they will, I couldn’t be
happier. But Zeus is up to something, he
is too calm, I must warn Epimetheus to not accept anything from Zeus or do
anything as he says. He was never one to
think ahead that Epimetheus, and he’s been carrying that hammer around with him
a lot lately, you have to double take just to make sure it wasn’t Hephaestus.
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