Styx may not have understood this yet,
but I had learned to be observant
as all children of dark situations do.
So I watched at first as the women
gathered and sat together in circles.
I watched as they told stories
and sang songs from where they came.
It was these vibrant tales and lyrics
that drew me closer to them every day.
And when one day
I was finally close enough,
they did not fall silent.
Instead, they simply shifted
and made space in their circle for me.
Tales From Across the World
These circles were rich with folklore,
and they held such vibrant stories and songs.
Some of them were about the bloodshed,
but others were about happier times,
childhoods spent chasing the sun and
girlhoods spent dreaming in the moonlight.
There were other tales, too, of Goddesses
from the new ruling family of Olympians.
The fury of Hera but also her kindness
to women during childbirth.
The might of Athena but also her partiality
for heroes above all else.
I absorbed everything about this ruling family
of Gods from these women.
The Olympians were the reason why
