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She left Troy with a murmured invitation to Hermes, the cherub that was Anteros' held close against her chest. It had been so long since any of her children were small like this, vulnerable as only a child can be... so long since she couldtake care of them up close and personal. Mother and child relocated to a forgotten temple on an abandoned greek isle in the mediteranean... In the eyes of an outsider the temple was a beautiful ruin, a standing memory of a time long faded from memory... To those invited to her sactuary, it was still a resplendant abode, preserved through the magics of the gods, one whole side opening over the side of a cliff, a slender path leading to the beaches below. This was home away from Olympus, and a home she'd spent many moments with her babies when they were young, away from Hephaestus, with few visitors.

She walked to a long chaise and lowered herself on it, tilting her head to look at Anteros

Still my beautiful boy.