62. Metis
Metis
was a law unto her own.
She was a study in quickness.
As she grew from child to girlhood,
she also grew a hunger for knowledge.
There was something else
I discovered in those early years
of Metis’s life. Things I wish
I had not ignored.
Once, I thought I saw sparks
escape the ends of her fingertips
to light the fire we had built
on a colder day out at the sea together.
A fleeting thought had passed then,
that Metis was also strange,
different as Asteria and I
had always been.
And as Asteria and I learned
more about our secret abilities,
our capacities to create,
more than once,
I felt the warm glow of her
amber eyes, watching us make magic
when we thought she was not there
from inside the cave, inside the dark.
Even in that era, when I realized
Metis was an unstoppable force,
what would happen if she learned
the truth of who she really was.