230. Fear
Fear
I had barely taken a few steps
out of Styx’s palace
when I heard it,
the sound of small wings,
a breathlessness
a flash of gold,
and I looked up to see
Hermes.
He landed before me
but before I could greet him
I saw his face,
a fear in his voice.
What would make
Hermes the Olympian,
Hermes the arrogant,
afraid…
He stumbled forward
and I caught him
before he fell,
his elegance a distant memory.
He clutched my arms
as, terrified, he looked
into my eyes.
‘War… war has come to Olympus.’
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