No.
No…
Prometheus’s tentacle drew back before flinging Gaia into the air. Trivia’s scream died in her throat as she watched her mother go flying, her body twisting and distorting before it vanished in the mist.
Trivia slumped to the ground, her body numb. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
“I may not be able to kill you,” Prometheus said softly as he closed the distance between them. “But I can make you suffer. And I can start by making you watch as I killhim.”
The tentacle wrapped around Sol’s waist.
“No!” Trivia sobbed, lunging as she gripped Sol’s chest with both arms, tightening her hold on him.
I will not lose him.
I will not lose anyone else.
The tentacle pulled. Sol slipped from her grasp.
A beam of gold light appeared, burning and brilliant. Trivia gasped, squinting against the intensity of it.
Sol?
But no… She glanced at him, and he was still unconscious.
Then, what?—
An echoing battle cry rang out, followed by a crowd of voices. Hurried footsteps drew closer. Jets of light—gold, violet, and green—shot through the air. One of them struck Prometheus’s goat head, which bleated loudly before drooping. For a moment, Trivia thought it had died, but… it wassnoring.
The goat had fallen asleep.
What the hell?
Blinking through tears, Trivia lifted her head as a figure appeared through the mist, wielding a giant sword. With a grunt, he swung and chopped off the serpent’s head, making Prometheus scream.
Midas lowered his sword, then met Trivia’s gaze. All she could do was stare at him, her mouth hanging open in shock.
“You—You’rehere?” she squeaked.
He grinned. “Sorry it took so long. Some of the gods needed… convincing.”
Trivia’s wide eyes fixed on the figures who appeared behind him. She recognized some, but not all of them. There was Hypnos, the god of sleep—he must have rendered the goat unconscious. Deimos, Eris, and Morpheus… There were at least a dozen gods, many whom Trivia had never seen before.
Midas knelt by her side, his grim gaze fixed on Sol. He pressed a hand to his nephew’s forehead, muttering words in a language Trivia couldn’t understand. Gold light shone in the air, and the blood vanished on Sol’s head.
Midas waited, then his brow furrowed. “Damn. I was hoping by sealing the wound, he would wake.” He shared a regretful look with Trivia. “I’m afraid that’s all I can do until we can find a proper healer.”
“How did you even get here?” Trivia asked, still in shock. More jets of light burst in the air as the other gods fought with Prometheus. The lion’s roar echoed around them.
“I created a portal,” Midas said. “It wasn’t easy, and I needed Clotho’s help.”
“Clothois with you?” Trivia asked. “You got the Fates on your side?”
“Well, just one. The other two wouldn’t come.” He peered around, squinting in the fog. “Where are your sisters?”
“I—I don’t know,” Trivia said. “I need to get to them. Together, we can merge our powers and defeat the Titans. They’re trying to keep us apart.”
Midas nodded, extending a hand to help her to her feet. “Say no more. We can keep them busy while you get to your sisters.”
