You were a normal human. You learned to read and write with little to no help, and taught yourself about science, mathematics, even medicine. Unbeknownst to you, you had piqued Prometheus’ interest.

So when you were on the brink of death, he saved you, despite him and the rest of the god’s beliefs.

…

You were still in shock. Here you were, in a room more extravagant than you could possibly imagine, playing chess with an immortal being.

You had to be dreaming.

You sit across from Prometheus as you watch him set up the pieces.