Hera was anxious about her daughter; she had been very distant lately. She was afraid that she had done something wrong or offended her daughter in some way. Whenever she asked what was bothering her, she would only get the reply that she was fine, but Hera knew she was lying. They were at dinner now, and she noticed that Ares seemed a little down, depressed even; she would catch him and Helia making eye contact like they were talking to each other telepathically, which would not have surprised Hera if they were. Because they were her children, she suspected that Helia had inherited that power from her of being able to talk to someone through their mind if she considered them a trusted family member or friend, but she didn’t know for sure. “Helia,” Hera called to get her attention

