“Sometimes the braver thing is to accept help when you've been made to believe you shouldn't need it.”
“All I have ever desired is to do that which I was born to do.”
“Which is?” Lore prompted.
“To guide the hearts of warriors, the minds of philosophers, and the hands of artisans,” Athena said.
A person alone could be controlled, but a person loved by others would always be under their protection.
My name will be legend.
The memory of her declaration, the confidence that had powered it, made Lore feel sick to her stomach. She hadn’t thought of the dream in so long, but now it crashed through her mind. The edge of a shield. The golden wing. Eyes in the blade of a sword.
Bullshit. All of it.
“Stop this, Artemis!” Athena said. “The hunt is as much our enemy as the hunters. Together, we can end it—”
“Oh, you fool!” Artemis sneered. “You cannot even see the truth before you. The Agon cannot be won. It cannot be escaped. It is our own Tartarus.”
“What’s going to happen to you when the Agon ends?” she whispered.
Lore felt him smile against her skin.
“You gonna miss me, Golden?”
“Maybe I like having you around,” she said. “You’re easy on the eyes.”
It wasn’t just anger that Lore felt, but humiliation—all this time, she’d believed that she existed outside the reach of the gods, that she was finally in command of her life.
None of it was real.
“That was a terrible joke, by the way.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve got seven years’ worth saved up.”
“Is that a threat?” she asked.
I was born to do three things - how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.
If the shield be carried by anyone, it should be you - you, the one who knows the darkness of men yet refuses to be afraid
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