The clearing was a small, a cozy space for the thirteen figures that lay prone, scattered in the grass as though carelessly tossed aside. The Earth Mother was careless of her children's frailty and had deposited them there somewhat roughly, exhausting much of her energy.Her children had all been killed twenty years ago, and reborn in weak, human forms. At least her eldest son remembered who (what) he was; he would need to convince the others if they were to avenge their own deaths.And, in all likelihood, prevent their mother's. At the edge of the clearing, Matthias stirred and rose groggily to his feet. He looked the same as he did in his past life, all tanned and beautiful, wearing just a pair of white pants and plain leather sandals. His hair was still all shades of bronze and copper and gold, down to his shoulders and unbrushed. There's more than a day's stubble on his chin and dirt from travel sticks to his skin, but it's an honest sort of dirt and he's only the more beautiful for it.Patron of resurrection, he somewhat reluctantly recalled the circumstances in which he last saw his siblings in flawless detail. At their foolish council, putting them all in one location, almost too easy to take down if one had the proper blade. No doubt the Smith would be displeased to know that someone had crafted a blade to kill an Immortal; it was a feat not even the half-god had achieved yet.Those blades scared him. Though his body was always weak as a human's, those of his siblings had not been. No mortal blade should have parted their skin like no mortal disease could infect their bodies, no mortal aging mar their complexions. And yet, though hundreds of years old, they had been killed by some red-cloaked fanatics wielding blades that even the Earth Goddess did not know the nature of.In all truth, those blades terrified him to his core, but in no small way it wasn't his battle. He would just be reborn again, and again, and again, for his immortality was of a different sort. His siblings were not meant to be reborn. They were not meant to be reincarnated. They were not meant to change.They were pitifully vulnerable for the first time in their long history, hardly more than human as they were.Though he situation was very serious, it put a little smirk on his face to know that, finally, the half-mortal brother that they all had picked on was the most powerful one.Now they just needed to wake up and hear the good news.