Page 142 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

An Eternal Day

We sat together upon soft grass,

The sea breeze upon our skin and scales,

and they serenaded each other with wit.

Cadmus talked about his bygone days

travelling across the oceans with his kin,

seeking out his lost sister. He was mortal.

Harmonia spoke of growing up in the halls

of a palace long since ash. She was a Goddess.

It always struck me as odd when Gods

allowed their immortal progeny to marry

mortals. It almost always ended in heartache.

But if the Olympians had not granted Harmonia’s wish,

she would have wandered Earth and sky

with a broken heart, driven to despair.

Hermes regaled us with tales of his travels.

None, I noticed, of his family at Olympus.

As for me, when they finally turned my way,

I had nothing to offer them. So, I gave them

instead, the only thing I could.

A thought I had been too afraid to even say aloud.

“I am on a quest to know my destiny.

I want to know what I am here for.”