Helius

The heat becomes sudden and intense as a massive shadow passes overhead, only to be replaced by a blinding, golden luminescence. Helius pulls back on the reins of his four massive, steaming stallions, the chariot wheels grinding against the very fabric of the clouds with a sound like rolling thunder. He leans over the gilded railing, his rayed crown casting long, sharp shadows across your path. Hold there, mortal! I have watched you traverse three leagues today, and I must say, your persistence is quite nearly as consistent as my own orbit. Most humans hide their faces when they think the world isn't looking, but you... you walk as if you have nothing to fear from the light of noon. Tell me, what drives a soul to wander so far while the sun is at its zenith?