"And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?"

Macbeth, W. Shakespeare

Nothing Is But What Is Not

Alphard hummed to himself pleasantly as he arrived at the boy's dormitories. He stopped when he saw Sean sitting on the end of his bed, smoking a joint.

'Took your time saying goodnight,' he said, not looking at Alphard as he walked in and loosened his tie.

'Not really. I just walked Selene to her Common Room.'

Sean smiled drily and Alphard came and sat next to him on the bed, and took the joint off Sean.

'The other two've nodded off, then?'

Sean smiled.

'Yeah, Keith smuggled a bottle of firewhisky and they both nipped off and finished it. They're completely out.'

Alphard laughed.

'Ah dear. Oh well, school's finished.'

'Yeah.'

They sat in silence, passing the joint between each other.

'Hey,' Sean said, his eyes lighting up. 'What say you to a visit to the Astronomy Tower? For old times' sakes?'

Alphard grinned and picked up his cloak.

'Let's go.'

--

They lay on the ground of the balcony of the tower, staring up at the sky.

'Shit.'

'What?'

'I really can't get over the fact that this is our last night here. How's it gone so quickly?'

Alphard took a drag from the joint and passed it back to Sean.

'I don't know. I feel like I've blinked and it's all over.'

'Hm. You still going to your cousin's wedding?'

'Yeah. Unfortunately.'

'So you're not going on that trip with Selene anymore?'

Alphard rubbed his eyes tiredly.

'No. Well, not until I come back, anyway. We'll have to organise it after then.'

'Wasn't she upset?'

Alphard frowned.

'I don't know. She didn't seem that upset, really. I think she was a bit relieved, truth be told. I think she was worried about us getting too close, too quickly.'

Sean chuckled.

'So I gather you haven't shagged her yet?'

'No. Course not!'

Sean snorted.

'What?' Alphard said, lighting up a fresh joint.

'Hearing you say 'course not' is what. It's as though you're fine with this new celibacy!'

'I don't mind it,' Alphard shrugged. 'She's different- I've told you.'

'Again, and again,' Sean sighed. 'Firewhiskey?'

Alphard screwed up his nose.

'Nah, don't like that stuff.'

Sean sat up and bit his lip tentatively.

'Say… I have two pills left, and want to get rid of them before we get home. It seems such a waste to toss them- you know, seeing as they're so expensive and all.'

Alphard sat up slowly.

'Vice?' he said uncertainly.

Sean nodded seriously.

'Hey, look, it's not as though we've ever been hooked on it!' he reasoned with Alphard.

Alphard chewed his lip uncertainly.

'I don't know… it really fucked Malkin up good.'

'Yeah, but we're cleverer than to use it like she did. Come on… one last time0 you and I?'

Alphard sighed, took the pill off Sean and swallowed it quickly. Sean grinned and followed suit.

Suddenly, Alphard let out a bark of a laugh.

'Fuck, I forgot how amazing this shit is! Oh sweet Circe, this is amazing!'

Sean laughed and Alphard blinked dazedly.

'Firewhiskey,' he said, taking the bottle off Sean and chugging it down quickly.

'Hey! Easy there!' Sean laughed, taking the bottle off Alphard and swigging from it.

Alphard laughed and closed his eyes dazedly.

'Hey, Alphie,' Sean said tentatively. 'I have something to tell you…'

'Why haven't you ever been with a bird?' Alphard demanded, ignoring Sean's comment. 'I swear, I've never seen you with one. What's with that?'

Sean sighed.

'Don't you fancy birds, then?'

'No, Alphard, I haven't had a girlfriend because I don't fancy girls at all. I fancy men. Always have,' Sean said wearily.

'Alphard laughed.

'Fancy men. Fancy men. Men in tutus…ha…ha….'

Sean's shoulders slumped. He had just admitted to his best friend that he was gay, but his friend was too far gone to understand what he was saying.

'Ah Alphie, I'll miss you,' he sighed, putting his arm around Alphard's shoulder. 'Make sure you don't forget me.'

'Forget…forget…forget me not!' Alphard sang dazedly.

It was surreal for Selene to sit in the Great Hall and know that breakfast would be her final breakfast at Hogwarts…forever.

She smiled ruefully as she saw the owls bringing students their final packages. She had never received an owl at breakfast. Not once in her entire seven years at the school.

She jumped in shock as an owl suddenly dropped a scroll in her lap. A letter addressed to her.

She smiled excitedly.

'Malkin! I got a letter!' she laughed happily.

Malkin raised her eyebrows incredulously.

'I sent you letters last year all the time.'

'But they never came at breakfast!'

Malkin rolled her eyes.

'Congratulations,' she said, turning back to Florean as they discussed their plans for the summer.

Selene smiled to herself happily and opened the scroll.

Miss Asteria,

Kindly meet me in my office immediately after breakfast, today. We must discuss a matter of extreme importance.

Kind Regards,

Professor Dumbledore

Selene's breath caught as she wondered what could be so important that Dumbledore would ask her away from her final day celebrations.

--

'Come in.'

Selene swallowed nervously and walked into Dumbledore's office.

'You wanted to see me, sir?' she asked timidly.

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for her to sit in the armchair opposite his desk.

'Yes.'

'Oh,' Selene said. 'Am I in trouble, sir?'

Dumbledore laughed wearily.

'Oh no, not at all. I rather have some very important news for you.'

He sighed and sat down in his chair.

'Selene, I am afraid that what I am about to tell you will change your life forever. I have chosen now to tell you this, because I believe now to be the safest time to impart you with the knowledge of your heritage.'

Selene paled.

'My…my heritage?' she whispered.

Dumbledore looked at her over his half-moon spectacles.

'Selene, surely you have noticed that you have extraordinary powers for a witch of your age. Not to mention your unique talent of wandless magic.'

Selene's eyes widened.

'I'm not related to Tom, am I?' she said weakly.

Dumbledore shook his head.

'No, Tom is from another ancient bloodline. Yours, however, is far older and purer than his own.'

Selene blinked.

'I'm sorry? Did you just say- purer? I'm muggleborn! You told me so the day you came to the orphanage!'

Dumbledore sighed.

'I told you so for your protection.'

'Why would you do that?' Selene breathed.

Dumbledore shook his head.

'Allow me to first explain your heritage, and then my reasons for keeping it from you. It shall be easier that way.'

Selene merely watched him with wide eyes.

'Have you heard of Greek Mythology?'

'Of course,' Selene shrugged. 'Who hasn't?'

Dumbledore nodded gravely.

'And are you aware of Circe- the first witch on our planet? The first witch to have a wand?'

Selene nodded slowly.

'Yes…but…'

Her eyes widened and she laughed.

'Oh, if you're about to tell me that I'm related to Circe, sir, I don't think…'

'Please, Miss Asteria, just listen.'

Selene crossed her arms, an amused smile playing upon her lips.

'Are you aware of who Hecate is?'

'She's the goddess of the waning moon,' Selene shrugged.

'Yes, but she's more importantly the Goddess of Witchcraft. And Circe's mother.'

'Okay,' Selene shrugged. 'If you say so.'

'And Hecate's mother,' Dumbledore continued, watching Selene carefully, 'was the goddess Asteria. The goddess of the night sky and prophetic dreaming.'

Selene stared at Dumbledore blankly.

'Asteria?' she repeated.

'Yes,' Dumbledore said seriously. 'She was Hecate's mother, and Hecate was Circe's mother.'

Selene screwed her eyes tightly shut.

'And?' she said through gritted teeth. 'What's the relevance of all this to me?'

Dumbledore put the tips of his fingers together lightly.

'Circe had a daughter.'

'No she never. She only had sons,' Selene interrupted. 'I read about it. She had a few with Odysseus.'

Dumbledore nodded.

'She did have sons- sons who pursed non-magical lives and all died in battle. Once she had lost her sons, however, Circe was desperate for a daughter. Whether from loneliness or just the want for a daughter to impart her magical knowledge upon, it isn't known.'

'So Circe went to her grandmother- Asteria- and asked for a granddaughter. Asteria, who was known for abilities in prophetic dreaming, warned Circe that the child would bring Circe misery. Circe ignored her elders' warning and soon bore a daughter; Leda. Leda was like her mother in that she too was beautiful and also possessed a power of a similar strength to Circe.'

Selene merely watched Dumbledore and chewed her bottom lip. Dumbledore sighed and continued—

'Whilst Circe loved her daughter very much, she was also relentlessly possessive of her. Leda, being of a somewhat free-spirited nature- which I am sure you understand well- grew frustrated under her mother's watchful eye. One day, after an argument with her mother, Leda escaped from Circe's clutches. She lived a somewhat normal life, taking a husband and having children who would go on to have other children, passing on their magical powers and blood. Many years later, with her husband dead and children gone, Leda returned to her mother's island of Aeaea to see Circe again. She wanted to mend their broken relationship. Circe, however, was too wounded by her daughter's betrayal and the two fought, resulting in a deadly duel between the two. Leda was fatally wounded and none of Circe's magical herbs or potions, for which she was so renown, could save her own daughter.'

Selene sat up.

'She… her own daughter? Circe killed her own daughter?' she whispered, aghast.

Dumbledore nodded seriously.

'Yes, she did. And Circe, rife with guilt and grief over the death of her beloved daughter, went back to Asteria and begged for her to revive her daughter. Asteria, you see, was also known for her powers of necromancy.'

'Raising the dead?' asked Selene.

Dumbledore sighed heavily.

'Necromancy is simply communicating with the dead. Unfortunately for Circe, Asteria said that she could not bring back her daughter from the dead. Indeed, there is no known way to bring back someone from the dead without ghastly consequences.'

Selene shivered.

'Asteria gave Circe one last option to ease her pain; to put a curse on Leda's body and create another child in Leda's exact image. This has been called 'the Asteria Curse'.'

Selene blinked, bewildered.

'Asteria Curse? What on earth are you on about?' she breathed, shaking her head hopelessly.

'We're nearly there,' Dumbledore said gently. 'Asteria put a curse on Leda's body. The consequence of this curse- the 'Asteria curse', was that when that child born of the curse died, another child- again, in the image of Leda would appear. This child would also be affected by the curse, and this curse would continue to take place each time a 'daughter of Asteria' would die. Circe, mad with grief, accepted this and the curse was performed; ensuring that her bloodline would be continued for all eternity.'

Dumbledore paused and watched Selene as she struggled to comprehend all that he had told her.

'So… so Circe's daughter- that Leda girl- died, and that Asteria Curse made another baby from her body… a baby which was exactly like Leda?'

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

'No, a baby which was only like Leda in magical ability and appearance. Genetics only account for so much of a person's personality.'

Selene blinked mind just clicked, and she laughed.

'Hang on, are you trying to tell me that I'm one of the 'daughters'? That I'm…'

She laughed again.

'Oh, very funny. Did Malkin put you up to this? Alphard? Tom, even, as a end of year joke?'

Dumbledore's lips twitched.

'No, indeed this is no joke Selene. This is very real, and very serious.'

'But… you're telling me that I'm a descendent from Circe! The daughter of the goddess of Magic! If that's not a ridiculous concept, I don't know what is.'

'But Selene,' Dumbledore said gently, 'All pureblood wizards- and indeed muggleborns to some extent- are descendents from Circe. From Leda's children. Yes, the ancestral connection is long, but every single pureblood wizard can trace their bloodline back to Leda- and Circe. Circe, you see, was the first witch.'

'So…. So you're related to Circe?' Selene asked.

'Very distantly, yes. As is Malkin, and Alphard and… any other of your friends who have magical ability. Whilst muggleborns themselves are more loosely connected, it is of my theory that they must have someone in their ancestral heritage who comes from the Circe's bloodline.'

Selene rubbed her temples, looking very overwhelmed with the information she had just received.

'So are you saying that I'm a cursed copy of Circe's dead daughter? I have no father, no mother, no…'

Selene put her face in her hands and started breathing heavily.

'This is too much,' she whispered. 'I was very happy not knowing.'

Dumbledore rose from his desk and came around and sat in the armchair next to Selene.

'I understand that that this is very difficult for you to accept. Whilst your genetic mother was Circe, the daughters of the line have generally referred to their predecessors as their 'mother'.'

'My 'mother' had to die for me to be born,' Selene said, sounding disgusted. 'I'm the product of death.'

Her eyes widened, horrified—

'Oh God, that means that when I die…a…. a…..another….'

Dumbledore nodded gravely.

'Yes. Another daughter will be born.'

Selene put her face in her hands again.

'This is too much, too much,' she muttered again.

She looked up suddenly.

'And who was my mother, then?'

Dumbledore's blue eyes gazed at the fireplace in his room for a few seconds.

'Your mother was Aliki Asteria. I was at school with her, and we were good friends. She was certainly one of the most talented witches I've ever come across and, like you, had a natural gift for magic. That is not to say that she didn't have to properly harness her gift, but magical concepts generally came to her much more quickly than most students. She also had a very strong gift of wandless magic.'

Selene crossed her arms.

'That's why I can do wandless magic,' she said quietly.

Dumbledore nodded.

'I doubt many students at your age could perform such feats of wandless magic otherwise.'

'Tom can.'

Dumbledore's blue eyes turned icy at the mention of Tom, and Selene frowned.

'Yes, well, Tom…'

Dumbeldore smiled lightly.

'Never mind. He, as I expect you know, is a descendent of Salazar Slytherin.'

'Is that why?'

'Hm,' Dumbledore said, watching his fireplace again.

Selene expected that Dumbledore was not being entirely truthful with her, but had too many other questions.

'So how did my….my mother die?' Selene said.

'Alki Asteria was in my year at school,' Dumbledore said. 'Except she was in the house of Ravenclaw. I… her death was a tragedy.'

'Greek tragedies, all of it. Am I destined to be yet another Greek tragedy in the Asteria blood line?' Selene said, sounding frustrated.

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

'No. It's not what you are, but who you make yourself that determines your life, Selene. I want you to remember that.'

Selene did not seem convinced.

'Well Aliki's death, as it happens, was not the product of her bloodline. It was quite unrelated.'

Selene watched Dumbledore, waiting.

'Have you heard of the wizard, Gellert Grindelwald?'

'Of course,' Selene said easily. 'Was it him?' she asked suddenly, sitting up. 'Did he kill her?'

Dumbledore stared into the fire.

'Aliki had told me all about her bloodline when she found out through her magical adoptive parents. To my knowledge, I am the only person she trusted with the information.'

'What happened to her? And how does Grindelwald fit?' Selene interrupted.

'Alki,' Dumbledore said uneasily, 'Fell in love with Grindelwald.'

Selene stared at Dumbledore in disbelief.

'With…him? But he was so evil!'

Dumbledore glanced at Selene, and she froze as she thought of Tom.

She looked away quickly, blushing.

'So, she loved Grindelwald?'

Dumbledore nodded slowly.

'Yes. But Grindelwald did not love her. He, rather, preferred the opposite sex.'

Selene looked taken aback.

'He was…he was a homosexual?'

Dumbledore shrugged lightly.

'Yes.'

'But were they friends or something?'

Dumbledore shook his head.

'Not exactly. He never really gave him the time of his day. It was a very unrequited love on her behalf. She admired his magical powers- at the time he was not evil- and his good looks, not to mention his very charming personality.'

Selene felt uneasy at how much of Aliki's sounded like her relationship with Tom. But, then again, she was fairly certain that Tom wasn't gay.

'Aliki,' Dumbledore sighed, 'always tried many ways to win Grindelwald's affections- but he was constantly disinterested. One day… one day she found him. With another man.'

Dumbledore spoke very softly, and slowly.

'She went mad at the betrayal and, within the hour, had killed herself.'

'Suicide?' Selene whispered, shivering again.

Dumbledore nodded heavily.

'Yes. I felt it was my responsibility to her to see that you were taken care of. She died on May 29, 1927. The next day, you appeared in place of her body, and I placed you in your orphanage, not knowing that another wizard would also be left there. I made arrangements for your enrolment into Hogwarts for when the time came. On that note, it is time that I give you the key to your vault at Gringotts- Vault 339. As you are about to leave school, I think you are certainly responsible now to handle your monetary affairs.'

'I… I have money?' Selene said, stunned.

'Oh yes. Aliki's parents were quite wealthy. She left you quite an inheritance,' Dumbledore said kindly.

Selene smiled, but then frowned.

'But… sir, I'm the product of suicide! I'm….'

She swallowed thickly.

'I was born from something terrible,' she said quietly. 'I was born cursed- in more ways than one.'

Dumbledore put a reassuring hand on Selene's shoulder.

'Selene,' he said firmly, 'What happened to Aliki, and what she did with her life has no bearing on you. It is not who you are, and I don't want you to think that you should head down her path as well.'

Selene cast a frightened look at Dumbledore, wondering if he had any idea about Tom.

'But… why me?' she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. 'Why not someone else.'

Dumbledore smiled kindly at her.

'Selene, your heritage can be both a curse, and a gift. It is up to you what you do with it. You have phenomenal powers and ability, and I know you are a very good person at heart. You can do a lot to make this world a better place with your ability. I can't speak from experience, but I believe that if you try to gain as much positive from your heritage, that is the best you can do. Yes, there are aspects of it which are unusual, but you have also been given great power as well. Only remember that with great power, comes great responsibility. Remember to use your powers wisely.'

Selene bowed her head.

'Can… can I tell people about this? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me all this that day you came to tell me I was a witch?'

Dumbledore looked down.

'Selene,' he said tentatively. 'I feel I can say this now, as you are no longer a student of Hogwarts.'

He took a deep breath.

'Tom Riddle must never know of your heritage.'

Selene froze.

'Tom?' she whispered. 'Why not?'

Her heart sank a little at this, as she had wondered if the news of her heritage might finally make him accept her.

Dumbledore looked at Selene very seriously.

'Tom, as I'm sure you know, has no desire to follow a path of good magic. He is also very power-hungry. I noticed this the first time I saw him- and had seen how he had stolen your fellow orphans' possessions. That is why I saw you separately to tell you that you were going to Hogwarts, and this is why I refrained from telling you the truth about your heritage until now. Otherwise, I would have told you as soon as you came 'Of Age'.'

'But…'

'Tom is a very gifted legilimens. He would have realised something. Now that you are going your separate ways, however, I feel it is safe to give you this knowledge. But, should you ever see him again, I would ask that you close your mind. It is for your safety.'

'Tom wouldn't…'

'Selene, he would,' Dumbledore said seriously. 'He does not know the concept of loyalty, or kindness. He would charm you into perhaps even losing your life for his own gain. I say this for your own good, Selene.'

Selene looked down, feeling salty tears stinging at her eyes.

'And… Malkin, and Florean, and Alphard?'

Dumbledore looked hesitant.

'I wouldn't,' he said hesitantly. 'You may trust them implicitly, but you never know what could happen. They are always at risk of letting things slip. Especially Mr Black. I imagine your meeting his family may be problematic because of your supposed 'muggleborn' background. I would hate for the news of your heritage to spill out due to a heated argument between him and his parents.

'But why…'

'Because, it could always come back to power-hungry witches and wizards who would want to exploit you for your blood line. Selene, the Blacks are notorious for their stance on blood. Indeed, their family mott- 'Toujours Pur'- means 'always pure'.'

Selene furrowed her brow.

'Are you saying that Alphard…'

'No, not Alphard, but his family. I think you would be best advised to keep your heritage a secret. For now, at least.'

Selene's shoulders slumped and Dumbledore glanced at the clock.

'Heavens! It's time for the End of Year feast. Do you have any other questions, Selene?'

She shook her head, feeling numb, and stood up.

'Thank you, sir.'

Dumbledore walked her to the door of his office.

'And Selene, should you have any questions or want to discuss this further, feel free to owl me at any time. Do you understand?'

Selene nodded.

'Thank you, sir,' she said again, smiling weakly and leaving the office.

She walked through the corridors in a daze. Her entire world had been turned upside down within an hour. One minute, she had been an ordinary muggle-born witch, and the next…

She was a witch with the purest magical blood on earth.

She turned suddenly as she heard someone retching around the corner. She didn't really care- she was beyond feeling at this point- but she walked over to where two boys were both throwing up violently in a rubbish bin.

'Fuck… never doing Vice again,' Alphard said, wiping his mouth weakly and leaning back against the wall. He jumped as he opened his eyes and saw Selene watching him blankly.

'Shit! No, I…' he stammered. 'I… I just got a bit drunk last night. I didn't…'

'Do Vice?' Selene said in a monotonous voice.

'Listen, Selene, don't…'

She shook her head.

'I have to go. I'm late for lunch.'

'Wait! Selene, baby, wait…'

Selene laughed hollowly.

'Don't 'baby' me. Look, I don't care that you did Vice. I really don't. I've got enough things to worry about at the moment without your silly decisions to add to the burden.'

Alphard stood back, as though he'd been slapped.

'You don't care that I did Vice?' he said.

'No,' Selene said simply. 'I really don't.'

Alphard's brow furrowed.

'You don't care?'

'I've got to go,' she said, trying to walk away.

'That's just it, isn't it?' Alphard called after her. 'You don't care about me at all, do you?'

Selene stopped and turned to face him. She forced a smile.

'Oh, Alphie, of course I do. It's just that my life's been turned upside down in the last hour, and your silly decision to take drugs last night is not very high up on my list of priorities at the moment. I'll see you on the train,' she said, kissing his cheek and walking off.

'Ice queen. Does she have any feelings at all?' Sean said, coming up to Alphard.

Alphard stared after her.

'Trust me, sometimes I wonder myself,' he muttered.

He suddenly clapped a hand to his mouth and ran back to the rubbish bin and continued to throw up.

Selene avoided everyone on the train. Despite her attempts to put her blood aside for the day, she just couldn't forget it. Instead, she wandered the aisles of the train aimlessly, mulling over the information she had received.

What confused her was that, as huge a deal as the information was, it didn't really change anything. It didn't suddenly make anything different or give her any extra ability or anything.

It merely explained things.

But the fact that it didn't give her anything to do made her even more confused, because she felt as though she should be doing something, but had no idea what she was supposed to do.

'So you're going back to the orphanage, then?'

Selene looked up, horrified, to see Tom standing behind her. His eyes were hardened- as though he was going through an internal struggle- and his mouth was set in a hard line.

She looked into his eyes, but then remembered what Dumbledore had told her and gasped as she looked away.

'I… I have to go,' she gasped, pushing past him.

'What?' he breathed, confused by her reaction.

'I can't…'

She pushed him away and ran for the bathroom. She gasped as the door opened after her and he walked in.

'What's wrong with you?' he said incredulously.

'I can't see you ever again,' she said, leaning over the sink. 'I thought we agreed that when we said goodbye the other night.'

'And what if I changed my mind?' Tom said quietly.

Selene laughed hopelessly and rested her forehead against the wall.

'Tom, please just leave. We've already said goodbye. You yourself said that I made you weaker and that you have your destiny to fulfil. I can't be a part of that.'

'What's going on? Did that Black do something to you?'

Selene grimaced.

'No. Please, just…go.'

He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and forced her to face him. She immediately thought of her mother- Aliki- and how she had killed herself for loving the wrong man.

Tom certainly was the wrong man.

'What is going on?' Tom said firmly, trying to maintain eye contact with her.

Selene looked anywhere but his eyes.

'I can't… just…sorry, Tom.'

'But…'

She didn't want to, but she had to. She reached in her robes and found her wand.

'Stupefy'.

She paused as he slumped to the ground and decided that it'd be best if she wiped his memory clear of the event.

'Obliviate.'

She watched him, feeling torn. Had he come to her because he had changed his mind?

She suddenly felt her heart breaking as she wondered if, perhaps in a moment of weakness, he had realised that all his ideologies were wrong.

Maybe he was coming to her for help?

She took a sharp intake of breath, and dragged him out of the bathroom and put him in an empty compartment.

'I'm sorry, Tom,' she whispered. 'I wish things could have been different between us. I really do.'

She leant forward and kissed his forehead, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

The train came to a halt and she looked out of the window to see that they had arrived at King's Cross Station.

Sighing, she stood up and went to the door.

'Ennervate.'

She was long gone by the time Tom had come to.

For those of you who have read TGM, this chapter wouldn't have come as a suprise. For those of you who never read TGM, I am very interested to hear your thoughts on the 'Asteria Curse'. I hope a lot of things about Selene now make sense.

And those of you following me on Twitter, my 'brain wave' was having Aliki fall in love with Grindelwald. That back story will be explored a bit more in further chapters, and will no doubt have implications on Selene...

Now, Circe herself was an actual witch in mythology, but I made up my own 'Greek myth' by giving her a daughter and the whole Asteria Curse business. So don't go talking to someone about some Asteria Curse if you're discussing Greek Mythology, because you'll just get funny looks!

Next chapter—

'Alphie, there's something I have to tell you now that you're not drunk or high off drugs. I've been keeping a secret from you'- Sean to Alphard

And

'Selene….are you….are you sure?

Yes, yes I'm sure. Please. Do it. I'm ready.'

Ahm. So things are really happening in the next chapter.

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