Wrath of the Forge!

"Hephaestus?" Frederick repeated the unfamiliar name; yet his heart warmed when he mentioned this strange name. For some reason his soul was greatly uplifted by the name, and his heart grew increasingly at peace. However, that peace didn't last for long. The memories of Selina's broken body floating in the air came rushing back, haunting all the good emotions the name "Hephaestus" had brought.

"Is that a name I once possessed?" Frederick wondered. His eyes flashed with many unfamiliar memories that tried to take his Zandorian identity away from him; however, Frederick refused to be swayed.

"No wonder...no wonder...it's no wonder it left," the True Goddess looked a broken figure - inside and out. Her eyes flitted about and her arms remained to her side. She had stopped all attempts to remove the sharpened spear that kept her grounded to the soil beneath her back; well, it was more like she had subconsciously given up escaping. She kept mumbling to herself like a woman whose mind had be