Book 3 | Prologue

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Prologue
Posted: Thursday 6th June 2024

I became an expert in selling strollers in no time. Leto lived in a large apartment above her store and so I spent all hours of my day in the same building. Leto had me working the floor of the shop and also had me attend the parenting classes that she hosted in a back room of the shop once a week, she also rented out the space for yoga classes and dance (thankfully I wasn't forced to take any of those classes). I wasn't sure much of what I learned there would help me when parenting a god, but I bit my tongue and did as she asked.

I didn't like Leto, she treated me as an inconvenience, but was incredibly excited about the prospect of another grandchild.

"It has been millennia since I have been granted the joy of a godly grandchild," Leto said joyfully, whilst petty my stomach. "He will grow to be just as impressive as his father I am sure."

Meeting Leto explained a lot about Apollo. She seemed to worship the very mention of her son, whilst turning her nose up at Artemis and her choices to an extent.

Artemis visited a few times, but offered no explanation of where Apollo was or what Zeus' judgement was. I stopped asking.

As August wore on into September and then October my stomach started to grow. Leto suggested that I was due to give birth in January and I really hoped that I wouldn't still be stuck in this godsforsaken store by then, but I wasn't partcilarly hopeful.

I considered just leaving a few times, but I was worried that if Zeus hadn't already decided what to do with Apollo then me running away would only make things worse for me. So I was stuck in an endless cycle of selling strollers, attending parenting classes and family dinners with Leto. If I was actually dead and in the fields of punishment, I didn't think it could have been much worse than this.

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Far away, Apollo slumbered.

Far away, Nyx schemed.

Far away, the fates snipped a pure black thread and pulled out a new thread with fibres made of gold and black. The end of the prophecy was in sight.

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