I have to get home, no matter how hard I try. Home is spinning through my head. I doubt they even remember I'm still alive. I remember the prophecy. I see you on the brink of death. I see you draw your final breath. I stare at the shore. I grip my fists. How am I supposed to get Home? I feel a nudge. I jump.

"Oh its... Pegasus?" I ask.

He neighs and nods. I roll my eyes. I see my sword where I washed up. I pick it up. I place it on my belt. How will I reach my homeland? Hercules is lucky. He has a home. I have a home but it's thousands of miles away. I turn to the winged horse.

"Can you help me?" I reach forward. 

He nods and allows me to touch him. I have to get home.

"Well look whose here." A voice says.

I turn.

"Hermes?" I ask.

He laughs and flies down.

"Well, how's my old friend?" Hermes asks.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Just taking messages." Hermes says.