Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future
Neener Beenerechoes of the pastframed twice, reborn to burnan echo of things to come
I shake my head at her, “I don’t want immortality.”
“Alright, well, what can I do to show our appreciation?”
I look at Lex, then to my Mother, “OUR appreciation? Who else are you representing?”
“Most of the gods and goddesses on Mount Olympus.”
“Ah. I see. You said I have a choice. What’s my other option? Because, no offense, Mother, but I don’t want to be associated with the Olympians,” I shake my head at her.
“None taken,” she pats my hand, “The other options are end your spirit's journey as it is fated or, continue your journey in this lifetime but on a more even footing.”