It was those words that did it.
She took the urn and drank.
And then, I watched her turn.
Her silver hair became silver fur.
Her sharp face became a sharp snout.
And before the sun dipped over the horizon
and as the crowd watched below,
she sat before me,
my first sacred animal.
My only silver hound.
A Promise
Nyx cast her spell over the sky,
the dark blue cloak of night fell,
and as the stars appeared
Hecuba nudged my hand.
I turned to Thanatos and said,
‘I made her a promise,
that she would meet her children.’
Thanatos looked around the battlefield,
still full with pain. ‘My work is not
yet complete. But you should go.’
I would have stayed.
He looked so tired
and it made my heart clench.
But it was my first promise
and first boon to a mortal.
She had lost nineteen children
to this unjust war.
This is what many would call sacrifice.
I called it unnecessary and cruel.
