Chapter FifteenGrandma, is this the end?
It's never the end, Connor. You must remember that. There's always more.
The sun continued to rise in the west after the cataclysmic event. Order was evolving out of chaos. The millennia were sorting themselves out into a methodical progression. A quiet dark-haired woman stood by a column of wood near the portico.
“Hello, my friend,” Helene cried, and moved toward the golden shrine in their garden, Alcaeus strong and virile beside her. “We meet again, dear poetess and teacher. How is it you are here? I have a new life now, in the world of men.”
The figure stirred. “You are happy and safe?”
“Yes.” Helene stopped before embracing Sappho.
“Then I am happy, too.” The grove was suddenly empty.
Her friend and mentor? Connor asked and Sweet Foot nod
