Ethan Gith is a fantasy writer, specializing in high fantasy and adventures. When he’s not spending time wondering what Hades is going to do next, he’s spouting terrible humor, hanging out in the #WritingCommunity, reading, or writing.
Ever the reader, ever the researcher, I collected all I could. The tomes themselves exuded a rich, musty sense of history that I held invaluable. Being here made me feel complete, as if I were blanketed in the comfortable sense of order that comes from studying trials and tribulations from antiquity.
Her hands move in the air and I feel invisible fingers shape the glowing stone in a way that feels familiar. It takes but a moment to realize that I feel the same when working wet clay, but she is shaping scorching lava into a basalt bridge across the cavern. There, as here, the smallest movement affects thickness and form.
“Alright, Bluebeard,” she quipped. “Telling the witch not to go somewhere is just going to make her want to look.” Her expression shifted as her eyes met mine, from mirth to reverence. “You have my word. I understand what sacred space means, Hades. I will not violate yours.”
Zeus walking away from his duty is almost as foreign to me as me walking away from mine. And yet, he did. The Bolt lies next to me as a reminder that all things change. I simply am unable to see how much, thus I will walk for him until he is healed.