Every morning, Helios muonted his orange glowing chariot and took off to begin his journey as soon as Eos opened the gate of his golden palace in the east. He lit up the sky so bright that the only people that could look directly at him without being blinded, were the the gods and goddeses. Brilient rays circled his head and his chariot glowed like fire.

      With a strong hand, Helios guided his four steeds up the vault to the heavens. His cuorse was steep and narrow and the horses were wild, but Helios held them on the course. At high noon, he stopped and looked around.  Nothing could stop his piercing gaze. After looking around, he drove on giving his steeds free range of the path. Far west, they could see his glittering evening palace and rapidly raced on a down hill course eger to get to their stables. On there way down, they met a herd of white cows heading home to Helios's palace and also met a large flock of sheep heading to their pasture in the sky. Helios owned a white cow for each day of the year and a wooly sheep for each night.

       When Helios and his foming team arrived, shadows grew long and dusk begain to settle. The Heladies awaited his arrival so they could untack the horses and let them cool of in the ocean from there long day at work. As soon as they were done, Helios told them of his journey. When Helios was done with his story and his journey, he got on a golden ship with his steads and sailed back home to his palace in the east. Since sailing was faster than flying, he could stay at his morning palace before setting out on another days journey.

       Helios had a son named Pheathon.  Helios swore to Pheathon that he would give him any wish. One day pheathon told his father that he wanted to drive the sun chariot. Helios tryed to talk his sun out of it,  but Pheathon was determend to do so. Helios was about to tell his son to stay in the middle of the path or the chariot would go off the trail, but before he could do so, the chariot came forward and pheathon was gone through the gates. Going up the mountian, the horses could feel Pheathon did not have strong hands.  The first chance they got they went off the path. The chariot flew off the mountain, and recked into a million peices and Pheathon went flying. The Heladies morned so much for Pheathon that Zues gave pity and turned them into popler trees and their tears into golden amber.  Hephaestus had to work all night to rebuild the chariot.