All was silent within the cavern except for the gentle drops of water onto the lake itself. Twin embers painted the cavern in an illuminous blue. The Goddess knelt beside her hound companion gazing into the lake below them. Before them was an image of the battlefield that many Gods across the pantheons fought against each other to what seemed as an eternal war. Even now they fought amongst each other barely a day went by without another feud between the immortals.
What had amused the Goddess the most was the presence of the primordial beings in this war. For the first time she watched as Terra brought down her furious wrath onto her enemies while blessing her fellow fighters. She had also observed Nox bringing the terror that came with the night onto the battlefield. Even pantheons so similar as the Romans and Greeks could barely get along enough to ally themselves with the other.
Today the pool showed an image of a young girl that the Goddess recognised. The girl was fighting against a wolfish creature which if correct was from the Norse pantheon, Fenrir to be specfic. Concern filled the Goddess for the young girl she observed. For this was her child, Scylla that the Goddess had birthed many millennia ago. Although many times she had watched her daughter conquer her enemies, this time was different. The child was in an unfavourable position little health remained with a lack of magical energy in her to escape.
"Come, Pneuma it is high time that we join this war. We shall not stand to see a child of us harmed." The Goddess called for Pneuma, the hound formed of ethereal magic. Together they walked into the lake to be embraced with the cold waters. The embers were swallowed by the dark lake and the cavern returned to its former self.
On the battlefield, Scylla was attempting to retreat from the bloodthirsty Fenrir endlessly chasing the child. With no mana left inside of her, Scylla entered the jungle in the hopes that an ally may be found to help with her potentially fatal circumstance. Just as the Fenrir was about to close the gap, the sky rippled above them. Emerging from this ripple came the Goddess mounted on top of her companion who was now enlarged with from her mistress' magic.
The two came crashing between the wolf and child. With a dark and icy expression the Goddess directed her torch towards Fenrir. "Do not harm this child foul creature or I shall ignite you this moment." She had warned the Fenrir. Taking no heed to the new arrival he attempted to attack Scylla. As he pounced towards the girl behind the mount, he had burst into flames from the twin embers the Goddess wielded. All that was left was a charred corpse. "Scylla, we must flee it will not be long until he revives. We fear that by attacking Fenrir we have lost any potential alliances with Loki and Hel." She warned Scylla as the mother and child embraced each other.
Her daughter had inherited her magical prowess along with her somewhat questionable actions. The two were very much alike but were also very different to each other. With, Scylla by her side the Goddess opened a gateway to a safe loction off this cursed battlefield. Perhaps for just a moment the two will be able to recover. After, Scylla entered the gateway the Goddess looked back at the destruction behind them. So this is how our reign shall end, Hecate thought to herself following her daughter.