- Today was my first trip to the mountain to visit Prometheus. As I flew over the lands, feeling the warm sun on my feathered back, I was almost at peace if it weren’t for the daunting task I had ahead of me. I spotted Prometheus chained to the rock waiting for me. I swooped down and attempted to keep a stern face. I am the strong eagle of Zeus.
As I landed he looked up at me, and gave me a slight smirk; “So you must be the fierce eagle that has been set to torture me”. I gave a hesitant nod.
“You look nervous”. He knew I didn’t want to do this, but I had to.
“Please try not to scream or move. The quicker this is over for today, the better for both of us” I said staring at the flesh I was about to rip open. I placed one of my clawed feet on his chest to keep him as still as possible, took a deep breath and then tore his flesh open with my beak. He screamed in agony. Amongst the blood and other internal organs I spotted the liver. With another deep breath I dove my beak into him a second time and bit off a large piece of his regenerating organ. I choked it down as fast as I could, resisting the urge to vomit it back up. In his painful state, Prometheus still gave out a laugh and added “you don’t even like liver, do you?”
“my job is to serve Zeus, not enjoy my lunch”. I replied, still feeling nauseated. I waited a moment for my sick feeling to fade before I flew off to leave him still chained to the mountain.
Torture and a revolting meal, this was to be my job every day. Excellent.