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Eurus placed her hands
to each corner of her mouth,
and gave out a lyrical songlike cry.
A smooth, warm carpet of wind
rose under our feet.
Of all four of the Anemoi,
this journey was the only one that
was full of comfort for me
in my condition.
Eurus flicked her wrists
to bring us all easily to the mountain
where Nyx said Metis had gone.
My heart pounded in my chest.
My mind wondering,
what was on Aigaion?
‘Styx, How Long Have You Known?’
Pallas appeared by my side as we travelled,
the waters of the ocean shining below
as Hyperion won the day again.
I turned to look at my consort’s face,
his handsome features shadowed
with concern and sadness.
‘Some time,’ I admitted softly.
Then I reached for his hand. ‘I did not
want you to stop me from coming.’
He looked down at where my fingers
were entwined with his, then up at me.
‘I am not your father, Styx,’
he reminded me gently.
‘I have only ever shown you
