Lucy felt a sharp jolt run through her mind when the voice echoed within her. "My ancestor... the great Olympus?" Her thoughts whirled as she tried to make sense of it. "I don't remember any ancestor named Olympus," she said, her voice tinged with skepticism.
[Of course you wouldn't,] the voice replied with a smug, almost mocking tone. [I'm far older and far greater than you or any of your ancestors could comprehend.]
The voice paused for dramatic effect before continuing, [But let me save you some time—you'd better choose Roxana.]
Lucy's cold composure faltered just a bit as surprise flashed in her eyes. "Why Roxana?" she asked, her voice cautious, yet still controlled.