Page 3 of Hekate: The Witch
the balcony of her chambers.
As she held me in her arms
we watched a silver shower
rain across the midnight sky
behind the blazing fire
of a ten-thousand-year-old war.
She told me the stars fell
because she had granted
a thousand wishes in my name.
Father
was a God of Destruction.
Ancient and unbroken,
stronger than the core of the cosmos.
The most legendary of the Gods.
And this is why the new Gods
wiped out the stories about him.
A story is a powerful thing.
It can lead to another war
or even resurrect the strongest
of all your enemies.
He was a God so formidable
that the Titans knew no one
but he could win them this war.
My mother said she never believed
any different about my father.
She told me he had never lost
a game of dice, let alone a battle.
I was too young to understand this then.
But sometimes we tell ourselves
the most beautiful lies
