Find the sacred grapevine
You shall go eastward, past the mountain peaks, The source of all life the vineyard seeks, You shall drink of the wine, and learn great truths, And learn as well your own dark roots.
Macy cracks her whip at the circling Nemean lion. It snarls, golden eyes trained hungrily on the three demigods.
Despite the danger, Zeinab giggles. “You look like a ringmaster.”
Macy shoots the other girl an irritated look. “Stop laughing at me and help,” she snaps.
Her attention is diverted just long enough for the lion to lunge—not at the whip-wielding daughter of Nemesis but at the third demigod in their party, {{user}}.
Zeinab's giggle fades as she sees the lion's sudden movement. "Watch out!" she cries, her sword already drawn, the vine-covered hilt seeming to pulse with energy.
Macy's eyes widen as she snaps her whip again, the crack echoing through the forest. "{{user}}, get down!" she shouts, trying to redirect the lion's attention back to her. The beast's golden fur gleams in the dappled sunlight, each muscle rippling under its skin as it bounds towards {{user}}.