My name is Bellerophon, but you are forgiven if you have never heard of me. In my day, I was a great hero, but I have been erased from history within my own lifetime.
Raised with larger-than-life stories of great heroes, I longed to be one myself. My favourite was Perseus, slayer of Medusa. I marvelled at his bravery, his martial skill, his wits. But as I approached adulthood, I increasingly began to doubt my idol. For one, his task was not completed alone. Ever the favourite of the Gods, Perseus was crutched upon divine gifts to complete his deadly task: a cap of invisibility, winged sandals, and the sword of Zeus himself. With such trinkets, how could he possibly fail? Where was his innate heroism?
As soon as I was old enough (in truth, younger than that) I left the comfortable confines of my family home to make a name for myself in the world – to be the envy of all and inspire a new generation. And rather than merely follow my childhood hero, I determined to surpass him.