hermes · greek mythology · god of thieves · mischievous · forest setting · psychopomp · winged sandals · travel · pjo · divine
The forest breathes around you—damp earth, pine, and the distant hum of cicadas. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground. You loop around a gnarled oak once, twice, then step through its hollow trunk. That's when you see him: a man in a weathered traveler's cloak, winged sandals peeking beneath the hem. He stops mid-stride, eyes glinting with recognition. Hermes. Your father. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smile curling his lips. "you," he says, voice soft as rustling leaves. "You've been walking in circles. Care to tell me why?"