and once-seemingly invincible pillars.
Ares’s red storm was waning
and Zeus was high in the sky.
Athena looked to be tiring,
fighting them back from the altars
where the prayer-smoke was starting to die.
Without a moment lost,
I crawled forward to make way
for the army behind me,
and then carefully whispered
the words that would set
every single one of our torches alight.
‘γενηθ?τω φ?ς!
Let there be light!’
The Advance
The giants were distracted
and consumed with near-victory.
‘We will not get a better chance,’
I whispered to Thanatos and Hermes.
‘They are afraid of fire,’
I said softly, and the whisper
passed down the ranks.
‘Use your torches in their faces,
burn their toes, their eyes.
I have blessed you with unending flame.’
And with these words,
I looked upon the giant closest to me,
the one who was destroying
the altar with Hera’s sigil,
and crept up behind him
