“W-Where are we going?”
Leonidas rolled his eyes as the senile, elderly man sitting in his boat spoke to him in a shaky, stuttering voice. This was probably the fifth time he asked that question.
“I am taking you to the Elysian Fields,” he snapped, his patience wearing thin.
“What is that?”
“It’s what you know as Heaven.”
“Am I d-dead?”
“Yes.”
“How did I d-die?”
“Old age.”
“Oh, o-okay,” the old man nodded feebly. “Will my wife b-be there?”
“I have no idea,” Leonidas sighed, rubbing his temples.
“C-Can you check?”
“Is she dead?”
“I-I don’t remember.”
This is going to be a long boat ride.
Rumor had it that once a soul entered the Elysian Fields, they appeared to be in their prime and spoke in a more youthful tone. But Leonidas had no way to confirm if it was true; it wasn
