louder and louder until it felt
like the heartbeat of Chaos herself.
Finally we reached the centre
of the forest, a stone cottage,
grey and cold, unlike anything
Kore could ever be used to.
I swallowed my anger
and together, Styx and I
walked into the cottage.
We found the girl sitting
at a stone table, tears falling
down her face.
She looked up at us
in surprise
and her tears stopped.
‘Kore,’ Styx said,
‘we have come to help.’
But I said nothing.
My eyes were locked
upon the plate before her.
A single pomegranate burst open.
A seed in her hand, the juice
red as blood on her lips.
‘We Are Too Late’
The words felt heavy in my mouth.
As though I was dropping a weight
onto the world.
The plate sat there,
taunting us.
Kore stood up,
