The Next day. A strange forest. A vision. 

       "Where do you take me?"

    Vulcan tried as much as possible to keep calm and tame the rage swelling in the depth of his consciousness. He wanted to lay his hands on it but it seemed rather remote so he quit giving it a try and kept hurrying to catch up with the lady. 

       "Athena, speak to me."

      His voice keen and demanding. Twas dusk in the forest, and the cawing Ravens were beginning to give him the creep. He could hear the call of the crickets and the hooting of owls in distance. He tried to concentrate, not to be swooped...