Dahlia woke up slowly, her head feeling heavier than ever. A thousand years or so worth of memories, plus a goddess' long lifetime, was a lot for one human brain to endure, it seemed. It took her a while to remember where she was, what she was doing there, and most importantly, who she was.
"...Dahlia," she muttered to herself. "I'm Dahlia..."
But that wasn't quite true anymore. Dahlia was just a small, most recent fraction of a being that was much older than that fragile human existence. She looked around. She was back in that living room, in a small shared house in the London suburbs. She was sitting on the couch, alone in the dark. She didn't need to glance outside to know it was dawn; she could feel the sun, somewhere in the east, and Helios, the sun god riding his golden carriage t
