Son of Zeus

                    He laughed almost, perhaps he found a bit of amusement                     in this, although he didn't wish to, as people were suffering.  

     The heavy rock was dropped, the path passable once again. His work was done. Turning to her, he looked down at the woman he’d grown fond of a while ago, a faint smirk wandered across the half god features. “It doesn’t seem like it,” he said while trying to make the situation comfortable for her, “I guess the giant was a quite exciting experience?” Hercules was not blind, many stood in awe of him, but that’s not what he wanted. He wanted to be seen as one of them.  So, he hoped at least she'd learned to look beyond the appearance and see that he was a normal man after all.

      “Are you in need of assistance       with these hoodlums?”

        “That was stupid, do you know that?” 

       “What do you want?”

    His smile widened at the familiar face     when Hercules approached, arms crossing     before his chest. “What do we have here?”

  “Seriously, Ares, what is the matter with you?   — Don't you ever learn?” Said Hercules as   a rather unimpressed expression settled   upon his features.

   “Ah, come on, boys. Better stop before you    hurt yourself,” the tall man said, surrounded    by the red guards. When he arrived in Paris,    he had expected a rather more friendly welcome.

   No matter what obstacle, as long as there were                people crying for help, there was one man who                                        would never rest — Hercules.