Styx (Goddesses of the Underworld #2)

173. A Visitor

A Visitor

Hyperion’s sun was nowhere

when the five of us left the palace.

Storm clouds had turned the whole sky grey.

The sea was an ink blue,

its fathomless depths

threatening a hurricane.

The bright sands we knew

as children were an ash white,

the whole world leached of colour.

Just as Perses turned to say

something, I saw a figure

walking toward us.

Against the white sands,

their dark shroud stood out.

The stranger arrived before us;

the shroud fell to their shoulders.

It was her.