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I sat miserably at the foot of the mountain, looking at the spot where the garden was every sunset. I wanted to wait till tomorrow, then try to re-enter, but I knew that Aegle would kill me. And my father…

Once he knew of my betreyal, he would be furious. He was the Titan General; even though he was trapped, he would comission the stirring monsters to go after me, and keep at it until I died.

To make it worse, I had no weapons besides Ladon's fang, no money, and no transportation. Either I walked to Greece, or I got a transport, or I died. It seemed that the latter was by far the most likely.

With a sigh, I got up and started walking. It would be a long road back.

About a day later, I saw a large wagon, pulled by a small horses. A lady sat inside, but the entire thing seemed wrong somehow. I hesitated, wondering what to do. Then I stumbled towards it, calling out. The woman turned her gaze on me.

Her eyes were beady and reptillian, with the same cold look in my father's eyes. I instantly knew I had made a horrible mistake. I stumbled backwards, trying to get away, but the damage was done. I had been seen.

The woman laughed coldly, then smiled, showing sharp teeth. I frantically tried to recall what monster was like that. Then the answer came to me.

Echidna.

And Echidna never went after heroes alone. She always had one of her children with her.

Her children were Ladon, Cerberus, Orthrus, the Chimera, the Nemean Lion, the Hydra, and the Sphinx.

I whirled around to face the horse, which was growing and changing shape. Heads sprouted. Seven of them. It was the Hydra. Hades.

I yanked out Ladon's tooth, but I wasn't sure what kind of effect it would have on its kin. Even if it was poisonous, so was the Hydra. And the Hydra was bigger and stronger than I was. But I had to try, or get melted into Hydra acid. My father would prefer the latter.

I lunged, then had to dive aside to avoid the stream of acid that shot from its mouth. Cursed Hydra. It had to be the fastest reviving monster in Tartarus, excluding the Furies. Heracles had killed not three months ago.

I feinted for one head, then dove low to strike at the body. A head whipped sideways, like a club. I narrowly dodged it, but it threw me off balance, and I missed. Another head snapped at me, and I stabbed it in the eye.

Poison flowed into its blood, but had no effect. Oh, right. The Hydra's blood was poison. Ladon's poison wouldn't have an effect. But…

I yanked the fang out of the Hydra, then spun around, then lept at Echidna. I plunged the fang into her chest. She screamed, then shuddered and fell. Her form shimmered, then disappeared, and so did the Hydra.

And the wagon did not.

I dared to hope that, for once, I would have a stroke of good luck. Slowly, I crept up to the wagon, then peered inside. It had some food and a pile of silver and gold drachma. Mortals used the silver, immortals the gold. Unfortunately, I was now stuck with silver.

I sighed, then, using a horse blanket, bundled up all the food and as many silver drachma as I could. I cast a regretful eye over the gold drachma, then swung up onto the horse. Then I tied the saddle blanked into the saddle behind me (The saddle had been in the wagon, too).

Things were starting to look up a bit. If only I had known how short of a time I would get to enjoy it.

The horse, burdened with me and my sack, didn't go very fast at all. Not as fast as, say, the horse of a hero.

He passed me at midday. I know he recognized me, and ignored me. He simply galloped by me, ignoring my desperate call. "I saved your life," I yelled after him. "Is this how you repay me?"

I watched Heracles ride off into the distance, not even sparing me a glance. Spite filled me, and if I wasn't half-dead, I would have gone after him.

Then an overwhelming wave of grief shot through me. I had given everything to this hero, only to be ignored. Just like Ariadne. Just like Medea. Just like all the other woman who had been in love, only to be rejected.

I looked at the horizon where he disappeared. "I will avenge the wrongs done to me," I whispered. "I vow on the River Styx that you shall pay, Son of Zeus."

I also made a silent vow to myself. I would not let myself fall in love ever again. I would not suffer the grief that came with it.

I had just been forgotten. Forgotten by my sisters and my father. Forgotten by the hero that I had tried to help. Forgotten by the Greeks, who my family had already Misted, no doubt.

But for now, I needed to concentrate on surviving, and not just giving up. First, I would reach civilization. Then I would make Ladon's fang into a weopan with all my power as a Hesperid that I had left. It would contain the sea in it, and the garden too. Not the actual things, but memories of them, and what I had had when I was able to be in both.

I would call the blade Ξεχασμένος. Forgotten. Because that is what I am.

Sorry about the Greek letters, I don't know how to pronounce it in English. If someone knows, press the pretty button. If you don't know, still press the little button.