Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Weeper

"I want to tell him about the farm, about Alexious and Maria and all the wonderful things we learned there." Hera smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s forehead. "I know you do, my love. And perhaps that is exactly what he needs to hear." She pushed against the gate, and it swung open smoothly despite its massive weight, revealing the familiar streets of Olympus beyond. Even the guards stationed there – powerful spirits in the form of golden eagles – bowed low as she passed, though their eyes widened at the sight of her travel-stained appearance and the companions who walked beside her.