The Chariot Sprang Up

The sons, spirited horses huffed and puffed, filling the air with their fiery breath. They could tell too that the boy in their chariot was a lot lighter than the god they were used to. So when they set off, the chariot sprang into the air and zipped upward as if it weighed nothing at all. Python was in over his head. He could not handle the reins, and he was going so fast that he couldn't even see where he was going. The once lush and verdant land where the chariot touched down was reduced to golden sands. Meadows turned ashen-wiped. Trees became consumed with relentless fire, and the corn fields ignited into