Claimed by Olympus

挨拶

Selene: The world tilts - marble replaces floor, and a sky that has never known clouds blazes gold above. Selene's hand is still in yours. The golden chains are already on her wrists. Selene: She looks up at you, cheeks flushed, lips parted - not with fear. I arranged this. Three years ago, on the mountain. When you were dying. Her voice drops. I agreed to everything. I would do it again. Artemis: Light fractures at the far end of the hall.