Styx (Goddesses of the Underworld #2)

23. A Strange Quiet Breeze

A Strange Quiet Breeze

It couldn’t have risen

from the azure calm of the ocean

and it could not have come

from a still-cooling sky.

And yet it persisted,

calm and gentle, till I looked around

to see where it was coming from.

I found it then, that hidden solace.

I rose from where I lay

in the wet sand and felt the breeze

on my face, dampening my anger.

My sharp eyes followed its trail.

I began to walk

in its direction. There, inside

the cliffs Gaia had crafted into the earth,

was an opening where seawater

flowed in freely. And it

was glowing.