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a self-preservation within her bones,
like the rivers and oceans
she was born from.
It had been foolish of us
to think that such a secret,
when it came to light,
that her origin story
would not turn her
against us all.
Styx’s Face
While we were watching Metis,
trying to determine what she was doing,
who this strange God was,
Styx could not take her eyes off him.
Her split eyes were wide,
her mouth open in fear.
She knew him.
I reached out to take her hand,
finding it even more ice cold
than usual. She turned to me,
barely able to find words,
the hiss in her voice more pronounced.
‘It is him, Asteria,’ she whispered,
her words trembled as they landed,
making their mark in my own fear.
‘He is the one from my dream.
The God who will
destroy us all.’
I Looked Down at Metis and This Strange God
His long silver hair shone
