Dafne

From that day on, her irises were a cold blue, ice like the waters of the poles. I tried to stay close to him as much as possible, even when the court forced him into exile. During our departure, we retraced the forest and there I saw something very small that caught my curiosity. I approached and only then did I recognize with great horror the charred body of the child. What was left of her skin was completely black, of her eyes only the sockets and thin lips of her now non-existent left the macraba sight of black teeth. I felt a sense of nausea build up as I closed my eyes tightly in shock.

"Ecate shall we go?"

I immediately plunged the corpse underground, following my mother again. We moved south, to Como, but there was nothing left of the sweet and sincere Ares, there was only an impenetrable armor, an empty shell, which no one could access this world made of ice, except her.
I'm not English, sorry if there are any mistakes. I really hope you enjoy it.