Page 94 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Girlhood

It happened so fast that I almost did not notice it.

When a child is raised between bones and ghosts, they learn about death faster than they learn about growing up.

I was too focused on my dreams of rescuing my parents.

So when the ichor in my body swelled and turned me from child to girl, I did not even recognize it until one day, staring at myself in a mirror made of the River Acheron that Charon had gifted me, I saw it.

The lengthening of my legs and my arms. My widening hips.

The discomfort of an almost-woman body. Where were my full cheeks?

Even my hair had lengthened to my waist and I had to keep it braided so it was no longer in my way.

Now, when I looked into my eyes, I saw the violet shades of my mother’s.

In fact, I was starting to resemble her more and more as time went on, but the more I resembled her, the shifting sands of time took my father from my features.

Is that all ageing is? Leaving things you knew and once loved behind to become something brand new?