Chloe continued to frown, despite the mention of Hecate, whose name made her heart flutter with happiness. But the confusion remained strong, persistent as the images tugged at her brain.
The woman stood over her, hair blowing in the wind, half obscuring the stunning face of the one she knew was her sister. Pain came at her hand, from her sword, from her words though the injured blonde couldn't hear them over the blood that thundered in her ears before flowing to the wound in her stomach... and out.
"Hera," she whispered, holding Kore's hand tighter. "It was Hera. She... in my dreams, the ones I can't sleep after, she stabbed me." Shaking fingers of her free hand traveled to touch the place that throbbed and pulsed as if the pain were fresh. "Everything after that comes in little pieces. Being in the dark, leaning on a strong shoulder. Someone holding my hand. A... A woman's voice taunting us from above but... but mostly just the darkness and pain and then nothing." Her glassy eyes sunk back into the comforting gaze of her child, filled with tears and fears. It seemed impossible but - "Did we die?"