ICARUS IS FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN

She leads her people across the lands. Virgil knows not all who travel with her are titans; they need steady progress, and so she is reasonable. Alas, the Empress is eager to escape the North. She hates the cold with a passion; it is there that she feels farthest from her ancestors, where she feels departed from the very start and reason for her line. Alas, the goddess arrives at her chosen lands eventually. Head lifted proudly, she launches her summoning call over the lush grasses of the valley.
Head shifts, and she smiles at those who have chosen to follow her. ?Welcome to your new home, Olympians. I hope you find it to your liking,? she describes. There is an ease to her that did not previously exist; here she feels whole, here she feels like it is home. She is no longer Syrinx?s placeholder; Olympus is her own, and there is nobody to take it from her grasp. She will slit her own throat before she dares to see such a day.