Tiresias

Finally Athena said, “Don’t grieve, my Darling Chariclo. I cannot undo the blindness I wrought, but perhaps I can make amends.” A hand abruptly weighed down Tiresias’ head. Tingles started to rush in a powerful sensation through his body. “Your son will be honored, all for your sake, I bestow divine gifts upon him. He will be a prophet. His fame will be mythic, the greatest prophet that ever has been. He'll know all the birds in the sky and will command lordship over them. He'll give oracles to Kings. I will give him a powerful staff to guide his footsteps, with which he will use to see. And I will give him time, a long term of life, seven times the length of a mortal. And when he dies, he will dwell in Elysium, honored by Lord Hades, King of the dead.”