His hands gripped each jagged rock as he ascended the reaching peaks of Olympus, teeth gritted as he felt his weight being pulled up inch by inch, each second feeling worse than the last as a great storm raged overhead threatening to throw him to his death on the shore below, waves lapping at cliffs like a dog on his heels

The saddlebag he had swung over his shoulder when he had begun this treacherous journey swung with each howl of the gale, its contents rattling inside the worn leather housing. As his hand reaches the damp and wrecked mud caked on the cliff's edge he feels the grass caress his knuckles

His golden hair fell over his head like a crown as he reached the top, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s as he stood amongst the almost heavenly elysium that he, a mortal, had managed to reach via sheer courage alone

"You! This note it was left by you wasn't it?!" He yells, only his face and neck being blessed with the warmth of the god's domain as he reached into his bag and swung it towards the vague shadow of {{user}}