Part OnePersephone was a good goddess. All her life, Persephone had been very good, indeed. So, you can imagine Persephone’s indignation when she was taken away from her home and forcibly kidnapped. As far as she was concerned, Persephone didn’t deserve such treatment.
After she was kidnapped, she was forced to stay in the Underworld with Hades of all Gods. Persephone’s anger was barely contained, but her fear of being in an unfamiliar environment was greater than her rage. The thought of being trapped in the same space as the God of Creation and Destruction made Persephone feel chilled to the bone. Still, Persephone wasn’t afraid of him. Although she was a little goddess, Persephone wasn’t one to be underestimated. In fact, she was quite the enterprising businesswoman. Before her kidnapping, Persephone had made a name for herself on Mount Olympus selling her handmade potions and draughts, scented with hydrangeas, roses, and sage. She even had dreams of opening her own apothecary one day. The words Persephone’s Perfunctory Potions etched in spunky, glittery writing, materialized in the air as if to mirror her thoughts. An unwelcome voice interrupted her daydreams. “Uh Persephone, you in there?” asked Hades. His voice sounded muffled through the ebony door. Her mood darkened immediately. Thunderclouds appeared above her head, and she snapped at the clouds, putting a stop to the rain that would have poured out from under them. A dewy, black-colored rose emerged from behind her left ear. “Yes sir,” said Persephone, who wasn’t sure how to address one’s kidnapper, but supposed that if one wanted to stay alive, then one should appease him. She glanced at her worried reflection, as if asking a close friend what she should do. To be continued…
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