WALKING PAST THE STATUES.
SCAVENGERS CIRCLE IN DARK CLOUDS ABOVE.
LIGHTNING STRIKES IN THE DISTANCE.
STEP BY STEP IN HIS BOOTS TO THE TOP, WEARING A RED VELVET CAPE AND ZEBRA UNDERWEAR.
REACHING THE TOP PLATFORM, WHERE HIS GOLDEN BOW AND SILVER ARROW AWAIT.
HE THROWS OFF HIS CAPE AS THE LIGHTNING BRINGS THE RAIN.
PICKING UP HIS BOW AND ARROW, HE PRAYS FOR PERFECT AIM.
AIMING AT THE HEAVENS, HE FIRES HIGH INTO THE SKY.
KNOWING IF HE MISSES, HE MAY LIKELY DIE.
THE CLOUDS OPENED UP AS THE LIGHT SHOWS THROUGH THE SKY.
THE LIGHT SHINES DOWN UPON HIM.
THE GODS HAVE COME TO SAVE HIM, LIKE THE ELDERS SAID THEY WOULD.
HOWEVER, THE ELDERS NEVER TOLD HIM THAT IT WOULD FEEL THIS GOOD.