"Ah... someone's here." An old woman says.

"Who goes there?" Another asks.

"Give me the eye!" The third one hisses.

"Ah... it's a traveler." The first stands up.

"Give me the eye!" The third one yells.

She takes it. 

"Hmhm... he's a handsome one." The third says.

"Come and sit near the fire." The second one gestures.

"Do not let our old haggish form fool you. We know all, the past present and future." The first smiles.

"And we know the best tales." The third nods.

"Of course, because each tale is about the past, present, and future." The first one says.

Her hands throw sparks, and they light up forming tapestries of heroes of old. From Hercules to Jason. 

"Perhaps you'd like to hear a tale?" The first one asks.

"Ooh! Do the one about the three headed serpent!" The second one claps.

"I think not. It is time we tell the Battle of Typhon." The first one says.

"Very well." The second one says.

"Listen traveler, in this cave, we have heard many cries. One in particular. You have heard the battle between the Gods and the Titans, but there is another great battle." The first one says.

A figure appears. A shadow of monstrous snake heads, large wings, and a frightening face.

"We call him... Typhon." The first says.

"Yes, Typhon a monster of storm and winds." The second says.

"Typhon fought the Olympus for a century." The third says.

"The earth was shattered, broken, and burned." The first says.

"Yes... and the Gods were losing." The third says.

"But hope must never die." The first says.

"The gods were able to defeat the monster." The second smiles.

"But know this, the monster Typhon cannot be killed by any weapon, not even the lightning bolt." The third smiles.

"So... Zeus imprisoned him." The first says.

"In a prison not likely to the naked eye." The second says.

"The prison was a body." The first says.

"But after Typhon was defeated there was peace." The second says.

"But at a price." The third one says.

"The vessel of the prison was a living body." The first says.

"But there is a peace." The second one says.

"But..." The first one picks up threads.

"It usually rains." The second says.

"And rain becomes a storm." The third says.