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She was in the dark. Literally. She was in the shadows, melted with the shadows. It reminded her of him. Good old times.
She opened the door, and entered. What she saw wasn't beautiful, even by her standards.
Blood. Everywhere. Of course, she wasn't expecting anything else… They had to come in. She knew them, as her husband (ex-husband? She was kinda lost there) told her without interruption. They felt the kid. The child of both prophecies. But the sea doesn't like to be contained. Nor does it like to be aggressed. She entered a room. All the blood seemed to be coming from it. There was a corpse. She sighed.
The woman that was teared at her foots wasn't what she was looking for. Of course. She was looking for a threat. Then it hit her: If he wasn't dead, even if they were looking for him. That meant… He defeated them. She was too late, it wasn't possible, except if she was too late. Or if he was strong enough to kill her.
She expected him to be weak, she expected him to be 3. And yet he wasn't. She had missed this opportunity. This opportunity to get the blood, and go spread it on that damn mountain.
Something cried, above her.
She managed to dodge the wet hellhound. As it hit the floor, it spread into gold dust.
She looked at the woman. The corpse. An inferior being, no matter what you say. And yet… Yet… she saw that look. She had it. It seemed to be yesterday, when she last saw it in her mirror. It was millennia ago. Well, she had a good sleep.
The darkness of the room dissipated, just enough for her to see what happened. Obviously, what was lying there was his mother.
And she was fearing something. She hadn't a peaceful death, anybody could see that. But as she died painfully, it seemed she had something. Fear, remorse, love. You know, that look.
That look you have when you know you come to an end, when you feel your very being fade, when you hope to last two more minutes, for one thing: Protect your son.
When everything is ashes, when your convictions are dissolving into nothingness, and you just hope he will forgive you for being so weak.
The room looked like a tornado had been in there, destroying everything, except the woman on the floor.
There used to be a table, and some devices she couldn't recognize. Mortal technology was still a new thing to her.
But she recognized the fountain. It was very little, and water was still leaving the… ducts? Well, maybe she didn't recognize it so well.
You know, about the possible tornado… The more she thought about it, the more she thought about a cyclone. A hurricane.
It was likely. Hell, he could even be 16, right now, having already… killed…
She wasn't ready to think about that. It was still recent (to her). And she had been mad. So mad. But now, she felt something weird. Regrets.
Of course, her son would have died. It was born to happen. He was born to die. That didn't mean she was ready. She knew he would. But that kid… That kid survived. Somehow.
She heard someone crying. The sobs were defectively some of a 3years old, not of someone 16. She drew her weapon.
He was hiding, in something that seemed like a very small lake. On the door was written "Bath room". Or maybe it was one word. She opened the door, and came in.
It… Well… He was definitively a three years old. And water was running everywhere. Not any droplet was following any kind of logic. Water was running. Without gravity, without logic.
Just like if the universe felt sorry for what happened. Just like if this was all a ceremony, to a loved one. A loved mother. That had been gone. Erased from this existence. Well, not entirely. Two oceans of green where looking at her. It took her several seconds to understand. They were his eyes.
A child of the big 3. All it seemed to be to her was bullshit. He was alone, and yet, he was so… so. So alike to her son. Well, to her son before she made her mistake. Before she told him to take a life. Behind her, shadows merged. They looked like a human. A mere mortal.
"Is that you, honey?"
Oh, primordials. She loved this voice. She loves this man.
"It is, T."
A look of pure happiness passed into his eyes. And then, worry:
"But how? Why here, now? Is that about the prophecy? Is that all about this boy?", he gasped, "do the Olympians know you're…"
He didn't finish. It reminded her of this spirit, still in his cell. Still alive. But so weak. She could have crushed all his hopes with one word. She could have crushed his hopes without even moving this incarnation. Without even noticing it.
And it was still here, and it was the reason he managed somehow to do that. To create a body out of shadows. To live his domain, without being noticed by any of his captors.
She noticed the boy was moving behind her, so she faced him. She wanted to answer her husband first. Or to hug him. Maybe both. It had been a long time.
The boy was trying to stand. The water was helping him. He didn't notice this. Somehow, he was there, standing.
The look on his face was pure pain. Physical, of course, but also pain from something else. The pain from the grief. And these eyes.
She should have faced her problems alone, all these eras ago. She should have never seen these eyes on her son. She shouldn't be being comparing her son to this brat.
Her weapon felt so heavy. Her arm felt like stone (which was the case).
She tried to slash. And she heard a sound. She had somehow closed her eyes. She had somehow missed. Her weapon was lying, on the floor. She looked at him. He looked at her.
He hadn't move, nor did the water. She had let her weapon go. She knew then she couldn't. She went to kill him, hoping the job would have been done by random monsters. She looked at her husband, her love. He had seen her weak.
She was surprise to find only concern in his look.
The boy was still standing, looking to her like a puppet, with water instead of strings.
He looked so empty, like if he understood what she meant, like if… Like if he wanted it.
Well, that was new.
Her husband took the weapon. She froze.
He wasn't going to…
She saw the look on his face. Pure hatred.
Something felt wrong.
He wasn't looking at the child.
He wasn't looking at her. She faced the fourth people.
A young-looking girl, with burning iris.
She was watching them. She looked 8. Her eyes looked way older.
It took her three seconds to understand who it was.
"Hestia", she growled.
Hestia looked at her, with only sympathy.
It was new. Once more.
"Hello, grandma. I've come here to bargain." Wait, what? "Take the young demigod with you, be his mother, his father, you two. Spare him, adopt him, and I won't tell Olympus that you're awoken, but weak."
She couldn't agree. She had to… She had to not. She was here for one thing. And that wasn't to become an adoptive mother.
Her husband seemingly relaxed, but she knew he wasn't going to fall in any of Olympus' traps.
"It will help you as much as it will help him.", said Hestia.
She thought about it. It would have been great. Being able to settle. As much as sea doesn't like to be contained, earth loved it, right? But why was Hestia there, she had nothing to win, she had no way of noticing her.
"Everybody needs a hearth, grandma. You are no exception."
She looked at her husband, he nodded. She turned to Hestia, and nodded too.
The oath was made.
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