The Ascent

There was a moment, just one, when Bellerophon believed he could go further than any man. Not merely to ride the skies, but to rise above the gods themselves. With Pegasus beneath him and the reins gripped tight, he climbed through the thinning air, light piercing the clouds like judgment.

His body leaned back, robes caught in the wind, the heavens so close he could almost touch them. For that breath of time, he was not prince nor pawn of kings, but something more. Something eternal.

And yet, the higher he soared, the more the sky resisted.