Phantom Hollow oh, who is she?

He asked the one question she did not want to answer. She inhaled, feeling it rattle in her nose. Her eyes closed for a moment, then opened to take in her brother again.

Our mother. Nervous tremors, tremors of pain, they quaked up her legs, threading across her back until she was a quavering ball of flesh and memories.

She’s dead. Because of me was not something she said, but it lingered there, behind her teeth, beneath her tongue. Metis looked away, unable to observe the impact of her words.

I came back to..I don’t know. I don’t have anywhere else to go. The Myrmidons wouldn’t accept her anymore, she was sure.