“And a river.”

“And creepy creatures.”

“And Persephone.”

“And cable TV.”

Artemis’ mouth fell open. “Since when?”

“Oh he got that installed a few years back now.”

“That son-of-a-bitch!”

“Hey!” Gaia grumbled from the bed. “I take offence to that. Especially since, if it weren’t for me, your life would be very dull right about now.”

Her daughter, Artemis snorted, “It is dull.”

“No, it would have been dull if we had let our children snack on one another and bring the war to an end that way.”

“Where is she going with this?” Hemera mused suspiciously.

Gaia sighed and pushed herself up to a sitting position so she could glare at them. “For intelligent goddesses you really can be rather dim-witted. This isn’t over ladies. We took away the trace.”

They stared at her blankly.

“The trace,” she reiterated. “The one thing that pulled down crime rate.”

Their eyes widened slowly in understanding.

“Yes.” Gaia smiled. “Sooner or later, and it will be sooner, our children are going to start to realize they have a freedom they didn’t have before. No one checking in on them to see what they’re up to; no one halting any nasty intentions they might have. Be patient ladies.” Her mouth twisted in distaste. “Your need for drama is about to be fulfilled. The repercussions are almost upon us.”

The End