11. At the End of the World
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.