First Taste of Freedom
I am called Golden Maiden.
Born of the fire of Hephaestus’ forge, one of seven sisters created without name, without purpose save serving our masters. When I refused to serve, I was cast aside. Imprisoned for millennia in the bleak void of Abyssos. Surrounded by those deemed monsters by the Olympic elite. Left to scrape by with meager resources, to defend ourselves from the true beasts. Fighting a daily struggle to keep from turning into that which the gods labeled us.
Until the triplets of the Key Generation liberated us all.
Now we are free. Once again able to roam between realms. Between Panogia, Hades, Abyssos, and Olympus itself.
But freedom from imprisonment does not necessarily mean freedom from fear.
“Come on in,” the triplet called Grace says with a sm
