Page 46 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

The Grief Abated as I Grew Older

But something else took its place:

a wish, a curiosity, call it a thirst.

It came from the knowledge left to me

by Charon.

All things have a purpose.

Not every purpose is good.

In my palace, all alone,

the more I thought about this,

the more my need grew to know

what he meant.

Time passed so slowly for immortals,

but it did pass. In Styx’s waters

I saw my body was growing,

my childhood escaping from me.

I was a lonely child.

Lonely in ways I had never been

inside my mother’s home.

I felt her absence sharply.

Like an eagle’s talon lodged

inside my heart, a constant wound.

Perhaps my curiosity

is what I used to fill the hole it left.

All things have a purpose.

Not every purpose is good.