Page 12 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

At the End of the World

We searched a thousand different homes,

a thousand different islands

and found nothing but ash at each one.

My grandparents’ once-grand palace

was now left in rubble and rust,

not a trace of them to be seen.

My mother sobbed at the sight

of her childhood home,

telling her the worst was true:

that my mother’s family, the Titans,

once Gods and Goddesses themselves,

had been enslaved by the new Gods,

taken by their own brothers and sisters,

and all that was left were crumbling ruins

just like our own.

With each disappointment, my mother’s shoulders

sagged and finally she had to let me

run alongside her on my own.

Once we used to rule everything.

Now there was no refuge anywhere

for old Gods like us, not anymore.