The Fog Clears

Written for SamCyberCat, October 2025.

Curling tendrils of mist undulate in a rising tide around the edges of the Erebus woods. A flash of silver moonlight glints off the beak of the princess’s raven familiar, soaring behind Melinoë as she sprints through the tangled trees. Nemesis narrows her eyes. Of course Melinoë gets as far as she does, with the gods and the moon and even the animals on her side.

Nemesis knows she won’t win. The Fates don’t care for her pride. But if she falls just behind Melinoë, she made up a hell of a lot of ground alone to get that far.