Aphrodite's Daughter

Epilogue

Epilogue

            I know longer wore the ring on my finger, but had found a piece of black silk ribbon that I now wore tied around my neck. The ring hung low so that it was out of sight yet close to my heart. Every day I felt its burning reminder of what I had last. Today as I stood on the roof top balcony on my newly built castle in the center of Olympus, I could not help but reach for it. Drawing strength from the one thing that gave me hope that everything would eventually get better.

            The sun was beginning to set and soon one of the guards would come find me for my coronation as the new ruler of Olympus. Hephaestus had said that I was the only logical choice to rule. The others had been around too long and all matched each other equally, but with my ability to use my powers on gods would be the perfect tool for ruling. Beside I was the one to unleash Cronos and kill Zeus. The throne was rightfully mine.

            Before Andreas’ death I would have taken the position gracefully, but it took Heph months to convince me that taking over would be the perfect distraction. He was right for the most part. All the details that went into tearing down Zeus’ castle and rebuilding mine, appointing a castle, and searching for Cronos had left me with little room to think. There would times, like when I would be in bed praying for sleep, that thoughts of Andreas would crawl through my mind leaving a path of emotion torment in their wake.

            But today was the day. I would be the official queen of Olympus and the council would hold their first meeting to discuss what to do with those who did not vow there loyal oath to me and my “cause”, whatever that was. Heph was the head of the council, and handled everything. He understood my emotional state but continuously encouraged me to dive into my role as ruler. The others on the council members consisted of those who helped us fight the war, Poseidon, Athena, Nike, Boreas, Dionysus, and Eros.

            Athena seemed to hate me more than before Andreas’ death and blamed me for it. I had to agree with her. Maybe if I had gotten there faster or tried harder to save him, he would be alive right now.

            “Izzy stop.” The voice sounded impossibly sad and when I turned, I saw the face of a very concerned Octavian.

            “I wasn’t doing anything, just watching the sun set.” He took a few steps forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

            “You have to stop blaming yourself. There was nothing anyone could have done. Andreas made his choice.” A small tear rolled down my cheek. That’s what hurt the most. He chose to step in front of the blade, knowing he could die. A piece of me felt betrayed, but that piece was always pushed away by the pain of missing him.

“I would give anything to get him back. I fell empty. My veins are like ice and I can never get warm. I wish every day that I could take his place. None of this seems to matter with him no longer here at least before the war, I was happy.” Octavian looked straight into my eyes.

“Then let’s go down to Tartarus and bring him back.” 

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So this is like crazy short, but that's ok cause now i can start working on the sequel. At least now you know why i had to kill Andreas, Muwahaha. Andyways stay tuned the sequel will be up soon. Yal have been amazing fans.

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P.s. Books 2 is up and is called the underworld ball.