The Godess of magic shall give birth,
prompting a divine soul to be unearthed.

She will posses the power of every titans' domain
and if she choses, hell will reign.

Olympus couldn't fathom the girls might.
For, her mere being shall bring fright.

Her destiny is to be decided,
perhaps love will keep the world undivided

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The phrophecized words weren't to be forgotten. The Olympians, both minor and major alike, would forever recall the eight lines that sent them spiraling into deep, dark vortexes of pure fear. When the Oracle spewed the promise, an apocalyptic fate in the form of misty green clouds loomed over Olympus' shiny corridors.

The Godess of Magic, It was obvious who the mention referred to, Hecate. She would have a child, one who could end the godly days by merely deciding she'd had enough of the Gods' absence.

It was both thrilling and terrifying, the foretold fate. For, a mere girl could end the reign of each mighty being. Or, she could have mercy and chose a path forged by peace and love, two things she'd never expirenced.

Although, the Olympians argued with Hecate, they told her it was wise to forever surrender motherhood and it's future burdens, she didn't. Hecate continued birthing children, silently hoping that one day an offspring of hers would decide the Olympians were beings unworthy of love. Just like she did.

And when Blaire Sullivan was born, Hecate almost regretted her desicion.

Blaire was much more powerful than she'd ever imagined.

  Every titans domain— the phrophecy said. The strange lineage of mythology would soon catch up to itself. The relations would finally make sense. Family, they were. They would be brought together by their powers. Woven together through the veins of a hero.

                       Richocetingteqrs / 2024
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