I kneel and scrub two fingers on the floor before me.
My quarry has passed this way but a few minutes beforehand. He plodded down the marble hall, oblivious to the danger that lurked behind him. Fool. I will show him what Cronus can do. I will show them the power they forgot after the Titanomachy.
I follow down the marble path. The cool stone passes beneath my feet in great leaps, miles of passage disappearing at my behest. Sweeps of time are before me, and I can play the sharp blades of the timeline like a harp, every possibility laid before me like a scroll. Wars unfought, wars long past, the lives of mortal soldiers and their petty pains.
I sweep them aside. I've seen them all before, as lord of time, and at the brush of my hand they split apart like string and fall like shattered wood. I crush the splinter timelines beneath my boots. The mortals sided with the gods. Fools. I will teach them true power.
Ahead of me looms a open archway. I have passed safely through the doors, as I knew I would. Stone would have led to starvation. Gold, to collapsing beneath my own gluttony. A simple trap and easily avoided if I should need to pass through. But I had no need, and it is useless speculation now. The archway shimmers as I approach, but at the touch of my hand it ceases. The fool probably caught on and thought I would be fooled by his trap.
I have three ways to go about this, each with it's own pros and cons. I could go stealthily, hoping that he has not truely caught on, or that even if he had he did not think I would dodge the alarm. I could go with the bold approach, simply atempting to startle him into inaction. Or I could always go for the dramatic approach, certainly the most fun, but also the most dangerous. I am confident whichever way I should choose, I will be successful.