Curse of the Centuries

It's the mid-night. Noone is seen all around. An unusual silence is spread everywhere. Audraen is walking gingerly. Cautiously he is looking around. There is something in his hands. He is holding that with utmost care. 

   He reaches to the foot of a mountain. And he keeps down his belongings on a flat stone. Then he kneels down and raises his face towards the sky, there are millions of stars in the sky, but Audraen closes his eyes and mumbles, "Oh My Lord, please accept my little offering. And please forgive me for not being able to immolate ten goat-livers today, I could only find nine. Please forgive me."

"Not enough…" suddenly a harsh voice floats around, and a transparent figure of a huge Eagle becomes visible in front of Audraen. He pleads vehemently, "Please forgive me." 

"I can't…"

Suddenly the Eagle jumps onto the belly of Audraen and digs down with his beak.... 

The sky renders with the wailing of the present descendent of Prometheus. The curse of the centuries is yet to be ended.