The way fate worked was cruel. You hated to admit it, but it was. So as you say there with snow falling around you, the cold biting at you skin, you felt a pang of pain in your heart.

Nobody said being the goddess of life would be easy, and as Ghost walked up behind you, he realized it too. You hummed a small song to yourself…

A breathless deer laid in your grasp as you gently ran your finger tips along its fur. “It’s gone, let me handle it.” The son of Hades whispered, crouching next to you.