[ WP ] In the mountains , a hiker stumbles across a great chained man : Prometheus .

“ What are you doing here? ” 
 
 “ I am the great Prometheus. ” 
 
 “ Yeah, I get that, but what are you doing here? ” 
 
 “ I, am the great Prometheus. ” 
 
 Ben sighed and ran a hand over his face, his days of hiking had caused stubble to start growing, he was exhausted and in pain and wanted his hike to be over. Standing in front of a large rock, which had a rather grim looking man chained to it, was not helping his mood. 
 
 After a few minutes of deliberating just leaving the man tied there and leaving, or helping him down, Ben just dropped his backpack to the floor. If he was going to be standing around, he didn ’ t need that extra weight. “ So, you ’ re Prometheus, ” Ben said. 
 
 Prometheus nodded, adding, “ the great. ” 
 
 “ Uh huh, the great, ” Ben said absent-minded, wracking his brain for who this Prometheus could be. His mouth dropped open when he remembered back to his nine year old history lessons. Flabbergasted, he muttered, “ as in, the traitor titan, Prometheus. ” 
 
 “ I am no traitor! ” Prometheus yelled, his voice booming and echoing off the other peaks. 
 
 Ben nodded, meekly, unsure how to deal with the immortal being that was tied to the rocks in front of him. “ Weren ’ t you set free? ” He asked, earning a glare from the titan. “ Obviously not, ” Ben muttered sarcastically under his breath, causing the glare to narrow. Ben held his hands up in surrender. 
 
 “ The Hercules boy failed, the giant eagle still tortures me, my liver is a mess, ” Prometheus said, looking down at Ben with big wide eyes. “ You must help me now, ” he demanded. 
 
 Ben hummed, considering the idea that this could all be some form of lucid dream and in reality he was collapsed at the bottom of mountain, near death. “ Tell me why? ” 
 
 “ Why, what? ” Prometheus asked, looking taken aback. 
 
 “ Why I need to help you, ” Ben said with a roll of his eyes and a shrug. 
 
 Prometheus ’ eyes widened and he stuttered to get a reply. “ Because I gave your species fire. ” 
 
 Ben shook his head. “ That ’ s not going to cut it, Prometheus. ” He ignored Prometheus ’ muttered, ‘ the great ’ and continued talking. “ No, that was years before my time, You need to offer me something new, something, ” Ben trailed off, looking upwards humming lightly. “ Something solid. ” 
 
 Prometheus looked lost, the chains started rippling slightly as the wind picked up. “ Immortality? ” He asked. 
 
 “ Nope, pretty sure the legend says you can ’ t offer that. ” Ben waved his hand a little, before he said, rather pragmatically, “ look, if you can ’ t think of something to offer, then this conversation is over. ” Ben reached down, picking up his pack and slinging it over his shoulder. 
 
 “ Wait, wait, wait. You get me down, and I can get you something, anything, ” Prometheus began to beg. “ He ’ ll be back any moment, I ’ ll be in complete pain, he ’ ll pick at my liver. ” He turned on some small waterworks, throat cracking as he said, “ can you do that to this old man? ” 
 
 Ben bit his lip, thinking momentarily before shrugging. “ Your problem. ” 
 
 Ignoring the screams and begging of the old titan, the clanking of metal chains and the howling of wind through the air, Ben began to make his way back down the mountain. That ’ d definitely be a story to tell the kids about. 

