16. Fear
Fear
I stared at my mother’s hunger-sharpened face
and then back at the cold, fanged Goddess
that stood before us.
My voice was small, desperate and scared.
‘Mother, please don’t leave me.
You can’t leave me here !’
Without breaking eye contact
with Styx, she took my hand
and squeezed it and said,
‘Hush, my love,
my only child.
Let your aunt speak.’
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