Page 221 of Styx

I think Zeus has made him an offer,

and he has chosen to take it.’

I considered my next words carefully.

‘If that is true,’ I hesitated, then spoke,

‘then my father is not the only one

that Zeus has made such an offer to.’

Pallas’s eyes met mine.

‘What are you saying?’

I Told Him About Metis’s Visit

How she arrived in her gilded glory.

How she looked every inch the God-Queen.

How she had taken my hand and asked

me if I could have goddesshood would I take it?

How taking the side

of the Olympians would guarantee it.

She claimed Zeus was unlike his father,

and how even now, it was not too late.

Not too late to join their side.

How they had a need for Pallas too.

That his weaponry would be mighty

and not like the cumbersome,

poorly made adamantine sword

she wore at her waist now.

When I looked up to meet his eyes,

I saw all of it there.

The sorrow,

the fury,

but worst of all,

the betrayal.

‘You promised me’ – his voice was hoarse