Page 114 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

That Night My Sleep Was Fitful

I dreamed all night of Prometheus,

stealing fire for mortals because

they were cold and hungry and

what father could watch his children

starve? I dreamed of him standing

before Zeus, refusing to beg for mercy,

the God-King ordering him whipped

for every Olympian and Titan to see.

And then it was not Prometheus,

but my father’s face, and it was he

who Zeus was punishing,

And had dragged away from me

And I woke up

screaming,

screaming.