And with a breath...
Falling through the air was completely different the second time around. Less sudden when you were less disorientated.
Dike landed on her feet this time. Clothed and cognizant.
The creeping greyness of a world that felt out of time and confusing was gone. And she knew why. Her father had returned, perhaps not physically but the order of the universe was more familiar. The shock that had ripped her to corporeal form earlier had healed itself, somehow. And she'd been reformed as she should have been. Not a young and meek Justice for a young and new King of the Gods. But as her mother's daughter. Wise and experienced.
And the knowledge that her mother had, for now, taken her place as the discarnate version of Justice. That she was free. Not trapped. Not prisoner. That helped cement her into this reality too. Though she was still curious, just how had that happened ? A side effect of re-throning Zeus ? An act of contrition ? Or glory ? And who had put her there, trapped and suffocating so much that any time she'd tried to connect to her mother, her very thoughts felt wounded and bleeding.
Black eyes, fields of deepest space and hints of starlight, looked upon the blackened and weathered hall of her brother. Things had gone horribly strange to set him on Father's throne. In fact, the last thing she remembered before she'd imploded into disparate slips of consciousness had been something about an Underworld revolt, to put down her brother. She remembered nothing of any talk of returning her father, or even where he'd been.
A girl. An egyptian girl, had told her her father was, dead ?
Dike shook her head, feeling Zeus' power in the very air. Thin subtle threads, feeding Olympus. But her gaze returned to the heap of black and soot, dust and rubble. The Law and Order of the Divine was more her mother's bailiwick, though they both shared the title of Divine Justice. However, mother was not here, which left her to peer into the essence of father and brother...
And then what ? She thought. Turning on the heel of flat dark boots and heading where a pull within her signaled some known power was stronger. Justice among the gods wasn't anything like justice among humans, then or now. For either set. Her family was wilder, crueler and held to far different standards. Theirs was a malignant and truculent monarchy, masquerading as an oligarchy when it suited. And often times, when the wind blew left, the power behind the throne was more important than the figurehead himself, no matter his far reaching power.
Usurper and usurped, how did one determine true justice there ? Divine justice ? She paused, as it hit her suddenly. Father would do something about Ares. He couldn't not take action. Not with their bloodline's history. There is where Justice would be most needed, to make sure the balance wasn't pushed so hard that the wheel of destruction took over again.
The power calling to her throbbed gently and Dike stood still a moment, head down in the gentle wind, coat pressing to her body as she tried to sense which need was most important, or whether or not the subtle call might even be related.
Dike landed on her feet this time. Clothed and cognizant.
The creeping greyness of a world that felt out of time and confusing was gone. And she knew why. Her father had returned, perhaps not physically but the order of the universe was more familiar. The shock that had ripped her to corporeal form earlier had healed itself, somehow. And she'd been reformed as she should have been. Not a young and meek Justice for a young and new King of the Gods. But as her mother's daughter. Wise and experienced.
And the knowledge that her mother had, for now, taken her place as the discarnate version of Justice. That she was free. Not trapped. Not prisoner. That helped cement her into this reality too. Though she was still curious, just how had that happened ? A side effect of re-throning Zeus ? An act of contrition ? Or glory ? And who had put her there, trapped and suffocating so much that any time she'd tried to connect to her mother, her very thoughts felt wounded and bleeding.
Black eyes, fields of deepest space and hints of starlight, looked upon the blackened and weathered hall of her brother. Things had gone horribly strange to set him on Father's throne. In fact, the last thing she remembered before she'd imploded into disparate slips of consciousness had been something about an Underworld revolt, to put down her brother. She remembered nothing of any talk of returning her father, or even where he'd been.
A girl. An egyptian girl, had told her her father was, dead ?
Dike shook her head, feeling Zeus' power in the very air. Thin subtle threads, feeding Olympus. But her gaze returned to the heap of black and soot, dust and rubble. The Law and Order of the Divine was more her mother's bailiwick, though they both shared the title of Divine Justice. However, mother was not here, which left her to peer into the essence of father and brother...
And then what ? She thought. Turning on the heel of flat dark boots and heading where a pull within her signaled some known power was stronger. Justice among the gods wasn't anything like justice among humans, then or now. For either set. Her family was wilder, crueler and held to far different standards. Theirs was a malignant and truculent monarchy, masquerading as an oligarchy when it suited. And often times, when the wind blew left, the power behind the throne was more important than the figurehead himself, no matter his far reaching power.
Usurper and usurped, how did one determine true justice there ? Divine justice ? She paused, as it hit her suddenly. Father would do something about Ares. He couldn't not take action. Not with their bloodline's history. There is where Justice would be most needed, to make sure the balance wasn't pushed so hard that the wheel of destruction took over again.
The power calling to her throbbed gently and Dike stood still a moment, head down in the gentle wind, coat pressing to her body as she tried to sense which need was most important, or whether or not the subtle call might even be related.