Hecate nodded at the request, her eyes moving over the bother one last time, her eyes lingering for a moment on Zeus not trusting the gleam in his blue eyes, before her eyes moved to the velvet bag in her hand that was still synced tightly. She cleared her throat softly before speaking, her voice soft and withered with age “I hold here three stones, one for each of the three realms. One black for the underworld, one blue of the oceans and one white for the skies.” Her eyes scanned the brother again before continuing “You will each close your eyes and reach into the bag and remove the first stone you touch, that will be your realm, and you will accept it without question.”