My feet catch up to me, and I step onto the stone walkway. I have always preferred walking rather than swimming on castle grounds. Something about swimming through one’s home almost made it seem like work.
I groaned in pain as several thousand years of memories rushed back in. I felt nauseous and struggled to put everything into perspective. I felt Zeus kiss my hands, and I opened my eyes, immediately remembering every argument, every laugh, every moment with him.
Yet I owed Aphrodite gratitude for one thing: my memory of her had restored my past to me. It would take me a long time to explore what I had lost; after all, even a god couldn’t recall millennia of life overnight!