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Chapter V: Promise Python, Chimera, and I marched into Veritus, me silently promising not to destroy this peaceful village. We instead came across the Colchian Dragon, who was guarding the Golden Fleece, which the hero Jason gave to this village. We managed to convince him, telling him that on Skypea were trees of glory. Python said, “Yesss, that’s true.” Chimera roared in agreement. I, however “borrowed” the Golden Fleece, for reasonable purposes, of course. I, for one wanted another prize, the Cosmic Blade, which stayed and never left King Stratus’ mystic crystal. I knew every location of every armory and barrack from what the Oracle said. Moving forward, all that I could think of was the power I would receive with the Blade than this scepter (which I named Aether). The Cosmic Blade was more powerful than all the gods combined. Probably more, but there is only one weakness, power overload, which probably will never happen.
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Chapter VI: Shadows We came across a rickety bridge with nothing but a rope to steady it. So, instead I used gravity to haul Colchian, Python and Chimera up and gently thrusted them down. Something there caught my eye, a dead armada withered and covered in shadows, they were as lifeless as a picture in the pit of Charon. But I knew that there was a hint of life, if not just an atom. Colchian said, “May we be excused from this predicament?” I let them leave, because I stayed to create something as deadly as poison, as strong as Heracles, but as intelligent as Odysseus. I raised the dead using gravity, I thought, what other things could my superior power do? I called them my Lunar Decimals, for being less than life itself. With a new army at my hand, what (or who, for that matter) could stop me now!?