She'd had a family, once. Looking over the grove at the pillars of stone and patches of purple flowers, the goddess knew that was true. She could see it between the roof tiles; smell it in the breeze. There had been a life here, meant for her. A life she'd lived more years ago than she'd bothered to count. If the goddess thought back far enough, she could almost remember a time of music. A little girl had lived here. A little girl with the greenest of green eyes. A little girl who liked to dig up worms and play the lyre. A little girl with a mother and a father and a name. ━━━━ ◦: ✧✲✧ :◦━━━━ Or, a story about a goddess from the days when she was just a little girl, to the days when she took her last breaths. Updates every friday :)