The day I helped Ares escape from his hell, only to end up being trapped in my own with him centuries later.
My fathers eyes as he desperately clung on to life. He clung on to save me. He died for me, and it would be unacceptable for me not to return the favor. He raised me better than that.
I feel a smile curling my lips at the irony of the situation. The one man meant to protect me and love me was my downfall. I’ll never be the queen Thebes deserved, but my people are strong. Well trained. They have an excellent moral compass, and I know they will get by.
The memories fade as the darkness invades me. My last thoughts flit through my mind weakly, but still present.
Where will I go? Will I be forced to the underworld or will I go to Mount Olympus?
Or will I be re-born? If so, will I h
