Page 86 of Styx

with his huge arms and rippling muscles.

Next to him, the leaner one must be

Pallas, the God of Weaponry.

I started slightly when he looked over,

his amber eyes holding my stare.

I averted my gaze but not before

Asteria noticed what had happened.

‘You should speak to him.’

She had a teasing tone. I stared at her.

‘And why would I do that?’

‘Perhaps because he is making his way over here.’

She chuckled and before I could process

what she had said, she quickly turned

and walked away, just as a deep, rich voice said,

‘You must be the Oceanid, Styx.’

Pallas

My sisters often spoke

about Gods and men

in ways of the flesh.

For years, I had ignored

this as unimportant.

But now, I felt strange.

It was like a pull

within me, drawing me

closer toward him.

His dark-bright eyes

never left my face

as he waited for my voice.

I finally found it

and said quietly,