After they had returned to Olympus, they had taken Helia to her room. She had fallen asleep from the exhaustion of her spout earlier and the storm she caused. She looked somewhat disturbed while she slumbered, but they assumed it was because she may be dreaming of what had taken place, so they had laid her down to rest while they went to finish up any work they hadn’t gotten to earlier. Hera didn’t want to leave her daughter but knew there was some business she had to take care of, so she sweetly kissed her forehead and left her sleeping daughter behind. Helia was dreaming, but it wasn’t a pleasant one like the others had been. Instead, this one made her uncomfortable. She was in a room pitch black and could see nothing in front or behind her, not even to the sides of her. She was beco

