were wild, yet tired.
Beside him Rhea appeared pale.
By now we had all heard the story
of how Kronos had ripped
the first of Rhea’s children
from her arms and devoured
the child whole. She had not
even had a chance to name the infant.
My heart twinged as I looked at her.
Once, her emerald eyes had sparkled
just like my mother’s – her sister.
Now they were dulled
like the darkest sea glass,
a cold numbness in them.
I pulled my eyes away from her
as my father began to speak.
He too looked worn, as he sometimes
did when he spent too long
making a particularly complex waterfall.
‘I know you are all surprised
to be summoned here.
However, our King,
my brother, has a declaration
that must be heard.’
My uncle, the God-King, rose,
nodding slightly at my father.
‘It has been agreed
that Oceanus and Tethys
will have no more children.’
Gasps and whispers rung out