Finally, after much thought, a man in my crew by the name of Aberthol spoke of his idea. His voice echoed in the cave, ‘I believe I have found a plan that may rescue us from this wretched cavern.’ Aberthol unraveled his plan in front of us. He spoke of distracting that beast when he returned from tending to his flock. The rest of us would then escape before the cyclops would notice our presence. As his name had prophesized, though, Aberthol would be our sacrifice. The boy was loyal, but he was also young. Foolishly, he believed he would be able to escape the dreadful fate the gods had in place for him. Because of the lack of a better plan, we agreed to the young boy’s