Hera's Pov

A beautiful field of lavender had grown since the last time I was here. Selen, even in death you still do beautiful things. I sat beside the small red brick that was covered by the flowers and dirt, the only reason I found it was because I placed it there. It served as a headstone for the one that created it.

My lips moved into a small smile as the memory of Selene's stunned then proud face on the day she created it appeared in my mind.

She had burnt her hand in the process but ...