Author's Note

I really wouldn't usually care about what happens in a human war, especially if it involved Hera asking me to put Zeus to sleep again.
Last time that happened, I was only able to escape his wrath thanks to Mother. Not even the mighty King of the Gods would dare cross Nyx, my mother.

But the moment Hera mentioned her, I knew I was a goner.

Call me an obsessed creep, for all I care, but Holy Gods of Olympus, that one name makes me go all crazy.

Pasithea.

[Optional Sequel to 'A Flower For The Dead'. I recommend reading that before this.]

[On hold]