and even your curses. You knew
your story and your destiny
because your mother had dreams
and she was able to give them to you.’
My voice quivered slightly. ‘Neither
my mother nor my father could do this for me.
All I want to know is my divine purpose.
The Fates hold that answer. I am sure of it.
Do you not believe that divine blood
should know what their immortality is for?’
I watched her face as a series
of nameless expressions crossed it.
But before she could speak—
‘I Will Take Her, Mother’
His voice was soft and gentle.
It had to be. Thanatos was the God
of bringing peace in death.
I could see his storm-dark eyes clearer now,
so like his mother’s, but kinder.
And much more tired.
His mouth looked quicker
to smile than to frown
and that told me everything.
As the hurricane outside died,
and the dark fog melted away,
Thanatos stepped forward,
laying his scythe down at
his mother’s feet, a gesture of respect.
‘She too is the child of Gods,
just like you and me.
