The dark spots in the eyes, spots that touched the palms of the hands, with the taste of sour and sweet, hot and cold, with much love and effort. Thus a child filled his belly with the food made by his mother.
"The meat is delicious. I love how humans learned the best gifts from the gods and titans. It was truly right to protect them millennia ago. Mom, I love you so much! You always make the best food!"
"I'm glad, daughter! I think the last time you ate like that was before your father had sold his soul to the devil." His mouth smiled, while his eyebrows furrowed.
"Human, when you say Devil, are you talking about Apollo or the wearer of Persephone's robe? From what I remember of your daughter, I'd say it's about the wearer. Mommy really didn't want to be separated from Daddy." Her body expressed joy, while her closed eyes pressed against her cheekbones.
"I got over it a long time ago, daughter! I have no hatred for your father's wife, none at all, I swear on the River Styx."
"Don't fool me, human, I know how your hearts work. Your hatred could be compared to that of Zeus for his father. Very funny, thank you Mother Gaia, for having me reincarnated in this girl's body, with this extremely funny mother of hers."
— Daughter, if you think that. The truth is, tomorrow you won't be able to go to the playground... We're going out.
—Playing dirty, isn't it?! Sorry, Mom, you love Aunt Elizabeth so much, you want to steal even her from Dad!
—Not so much, daughter, hahaha. Now eat everything to get strong.
His fingers were sticky, and his mouth dripped with a mixture of beans and small pieces of pork. His teeth chattered, moving, searching for the elasticity that would satisfy his hunger, and his saliva increased. Water was essential for everything to go smoothly; it cleaned his teeth and quenched some of the thirst brought on by the seasoning of the meat, which created a trail of yellow fat on the plate, as did the corn and peas that accompanied it, providing balance.
The child leaned back in the chair, while stroking his belly, the giant in his consciousness remembered the times when he took several humans to cook for him, he helped them hunt, look for spices and roast the meat well, with the memory tears ran down his face, he squeezed his eyes for a moment, and opened them, now being completely green.
— Daughter... Giant, are you okay? — The woman was startled by the jewel-toned eyes, and the hair standing up like flames of fire.
"Hello, human! I'm the brother of the Giant who possesses your daughter's body. I'm here to serve as a coordinator for Young Mamoru and Miss Shizuko. Could you put some of your food down for me? Hours ago, I was about to fill my belly, but was defeated by a stupid snake."
— Of course... — she went to the kitchen, grabbed the pots and plated the food for the Giant — will it take long to possess my daughter's body? The two of us were having a healthy conversation.
"I overheard some of the conversation. I grew up without a father, all thanks to Kronos, the father of the gods. That must be why I hate the gods. It's complicated." The creature devoured the food ferociously. "What's going on?"
—?
Consciousness was lost, but her eyes, green as forests, were still alight like fireflies, and her hair stood on end like trees. The mother saw that her daughter would be a while away, so she grabbed the dishes on the table and went to wash them. Her head heavy with the thought of her daughter's father, so she ran to the kitchen to find a wine she really liked. She brought the glasses to the table and opened the wine, but the cork flew toward her daughter, who raised her head.
— Hello Human, the mother of mothers is now in your presence. You should do something dignified in my presence. — Her hair stopped behaving like snakes and her eyes dimmed a little.
— Okay! Here you go—he took a glass and filled it with wine, handing it to his daughter. — As far as I remember, there is a way for children to enter Greek society, which is to drink wine from an amphora, so it wouldn't hurt to give it to a child. I don't have an amphora, and I'm not going to use one of my plant pots, just because Gaia is in my presence.
"Thank you, human," her mouth fell on the wine glass. "I didn't know humans could make ambrosia! That's disrespectful, but not to me. I'm a primordial being, not a spoiled god."
— I like you... I don't care if my daughter fell asleep earlier today. I need to talk to someone or someone who knows what they're doing.
The wine was brought to both of them by Gaia's powers. Sometimes it spilled onto the floor and soiled the table, but the child's mother, a hospitable person, cleaned up the spilled wine. Sometimes she tripped on it, but Gaia's power helped her get up and clean it up. It almost seemed like a meeting between grandmother and granddaughter.
— Actually, what happened with Uranos happened for two reasons. First, he was the sky, so he got too close to my sister Nix, and I got mad.
— Is that the second reason?
—The second was that I didn't want to have any more children. I didn't want to end the love we shared, but I just wanted to rip off one of his balls, but that's what happened. I'm sad to have lost my Uranos, and because of that, I started the Giantamachy, my little revenge against my spoiled grandchildren. But because I loved Apollo so much, I helped him escape from the Giants and gave him a home. And that's what happened: another circle.
— I actually hid my daughter's body after she passed away, because I wasn't afraid of Apollo doing something to my child, but rather that the first woman my daughter saw wouldn't be me. Elizabeth is very good at things I'm not good at, but thanks to her son's possession of my daughter's body, I feel like I'm improving more and more as a mother and a person.
"I need to go, human." She approached the woman who had spent the night with her and leaned against her body. "Thank you for your ambrosia and your company. I think the explanation about the world is over for the two young people. What is your name, human? I want to remember you forever in my life."
— Amelia Von Bingen. Mother of Margarida Von Bingen.
"I will. Thank you for caring for my son as if he were your own. I'm sure, behind all your sarcasm, he truly wants to resurrect your daughter out of affection for you. It's been a long time since I felt like a true mother. I've put the information my son needs in your daughter's mind. Thank you." Margarida fell onto her mother, sound asleep.
— Thank you. Time to go to sleep, daughter.
So she took her daughter to her room, which wasn't so dark, and spent hours talking with the one who wasn't better than her, but her equal. She closed the windows and covered her daughter, not leaving until she turned on the air conditioning. She closed the door and leaned against it, a mixture of crying and laughing.
— I will do everything for you daughter, no, for you sons!