Chapter 117: A Step Back In Time(4) (1/2)

-After the end of the Titan War-

The Olympians were overwhelmingly victorious in the war, and after the end of the warfare, most gods had found their place and status in the pantheon.

However, not everyone was as fortunate, and one such unfortunate god was still seeking to find himself.

Large wings unfolded from his youthful body and aimlessly flapped around.

It was Hermes.

During the war, Hermes acted as a messenger for Olympus thanks to his speed and charisma.

Due to his overwhelming success in this task, Zeus officially granted him the position.

Nonetheless, Hermes found himself in a mental dilemma.

”I don't have any other traits than those related to Olympus!” Hermes rubbed his head in frustration.

Sophus, who used to guide him, was now gone, and he and Athena had to accept that and forge their own path ahead.

The latter, however, started helping around Prometheus and Hephaestus in teaching the mortals and had found her own place.

Ares roamed around the mortal world and led a fulfilling life.

”Even that strange woman, Urania, is gaining much influence among the mortals,” Hermes felt somewhat empty.

On top of that, Olympus was a lonely place, and everyone was rather busy.

Whenever he felt this way, Hermes made his way to Arcadia.

Arcadia was a grassy plain shielded by mountains from all sides, hence it was secluded and untouched by mortal civilization.

Hermes observed the endless green plains below him and slowly landed down on the sharp and healthy vegetation.

The only contrast in the nearby scenery was a smooth and big rock, which Hermes always sat on.

Suddenly, a herd of sheep approached him.

The grass here was low, and the sheep had already consumed it.

Hermes stood up and guided the herd to a greener side of the plain, where they could wholeheartedly feast on the grass.

He learned how to guide sheep from a man who lived nearby.

”Speaking of, I wonder where he is....?” When he felt lonely, Hermes developed a habit of speaking of himself.

Suddenly, a harmonious melody flowed into his ears.

It was a high-pitched, and then, it turned into a deep tone, and the pitch changed back and forth.

When he heard that sound, Hermes' body jolted and he flew in the direction of the melody.

”When pan pipes are audible, it means Pan is here...”

Pan was a god that Hermes met in Arcadia.

He lived on the land, foraging and hunting for food, and playing the pan-pipes and shepherding when he was not hunting.

Strangely, he wasn't related to Zeus, or any of the other Olympians.

Hermes kept on following the melody until he stumbled upon a cave.

*Crackle*

Inside the cave, a large fire illuminated the small crevice.

A man sat around the fire, blowing air into a strange musical instrument.

”Pan!” Hermes greeted the god.

Pan turned around and greeted Hermes.

”Young boy!”

He had brown long hair and a beard, and brown wool clothing covered his body.

Inside the cave, an aromatic smell diffused into the tight cave.

Over the fire, a simple stew was simmering, and although the food was simple, the aroma was rather alluring.

Pan had taught Hermes how to shepherd and play the pan pipes.

Although the god couldn't replace Sophus, it helped him somewhat feel less empty.

The two then played the pan pipes and shared a simple meal.

Pan lived a frugal and rustic life, but he was happy with what he had.

”Cybele wants to meet you again, should I guide her here?” Hermes asked Pan.