They stood impossibly before me
blinking into the cold and grey
that no longer affected them,
watching silently, none speaking.
Hermes whispered to me,
‘You are their maker, Hekate.
Give them your command.’
It struck me in that moment.
This was my army.
I was now
their general.
And we were going
to war.
I Breathed in the Cold Deeply
for I had to harden my heart
to what I had become.
Once my world was wrecked by war.
Now I was a leader in one.
Somewhere, I was sure,
the Fates were laughing.
But there was no time to reflect
on the complexities of immortality.
Instead, I turned to this army
I had created and said loudly,
‘I have brought you back for a purpose.
The realms of the Gods are under attack.
This means the very nature of this world,
any loved ones you may have left,
even the afterlife you walk into,
is under threat of extinction.’
