An Immortal was defined by his or her passions.  These are where their power arose from.  It also meant that by ‘human’ standards, old Immortals seemed almost insane, perhaps a better term would be ‘obsessive compulsive’.  This was why both Hermes and Ares acted as they did… so ‘flighty’… so ‘aggressive’.<br/><br/>Calista seemed to lose some of her patients.  The  other two Immortals remained quiet.  Though she was so young, both respected her and knew she was under stress.  As they walked toward a nearby connecting cave which Ares could easily track, Hermes… always one to chatter… continued explaining what he thought he could see.<br/><br/>“Hephaestus is a powerful Immortal.  So if one were to try to imprison him, it would take a great amount of prime element to keep him trapped.  Though I cannot see him, on the whole island, it seems the most secure place to bind him would be there.”<br/><br/>It was about then that Ares turned toward the others who were following him.  “Its here, we are almost on it.”  Turning back around, he waved his hand ahead of them.  A huge boulder weighing many many tones leaped into the air almost like a startled bird before crashing and rolling down into the dense vegetation of the side of the mountain they were at the base of.  This exposed a rather wide causeway through which someone could easily pass through and standing at almost their full height.<br/>