Shadewood for she is now the stranger

Themis raised her head at Vorilye’s voice, eyes tired, eyebrows tight, as though demanding his judgement.

Her eyes went to the children.

I have some ideas. Her nose found the girl, giving her a quick nudge.

For her. Metis. Wisdom, skill, cunning, a Titan of little parallel. Her mouth gave a cruel twist of a smile.

Eaten for the crime of being too smart for the King of Gods. Her eyes went to the rest.

Titans, were they? Perhaps not. Her sons weren’t to be beasts. Intelligent ones…perhaps. Her mouth twisted again.

Melaneus. For the boy like blood. Lycabas, for your lookalike. And for the last boy… Fire, unquenchable. Her lip went between her teeth.