“What happened here?” I ask.
“War,” Freihild says. “Sons of Ares released achlys-9 years ago. Left the ship to drift in the Ink. Scavengers, looters, thieves, all come in seasons. Time passes. Servants of our Queen found and put to purpose for tribe.”
“Sounds more like Gorgons than the Sons of Ares,” Electra says.
Freihild shrugs. “All trees bear bad seeds, some bloody in bloom.”
“The Red Hand,” Pax clarifies. “Or its early form. Harmony, one of Ares’s more violent agents, composed it from radicalized Sons who believed Ares’s Gold origins was my mother’s propaganda. They claim her brother killed Ares. And that Ares’s true identity was Narol, my father’s uncle, instead of Electra’s grandfather.”
“You have a fucked-up family,” I say.
He frowns. “Yes.”
(Dark Age, 317)
This was so funny. Ephraim telling it like it is. 😂
