He was more of a boy-God!
Long dark hair tied in a braid,
he wore no crown
and simple dark robes.
His eyes were dark but kind
and his soft mouth looked like
it knew at least a few smiles.
He looked at my mother
and spoke with authority,
his young voice echoing.
‘Titanide, this is no place
For immortals that do not
know the ways of the dead.’
Asteria, Titan Queen
I had never seen my mother
beg anyone for anything.
For as long as I had known her,
she carried herself with an elegance,
sometimes even an arrogance.
No one could do what she did:
whisper divine secrets to prophets,
give cryptic tales to Oracles,
tell the stars when it was time for them to die,
showing them their way through the skies.
She invented ancient herbs like moly
that one day became legendary.
I remembered her laughter,
cascading rainfall after a drought.
It was said that Asteria was a Goddess
of such elusive things that other Titans
