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I look at myself in the mirror, the white wedding dress perfectly fitting my body. Ha! I laugh to myself, white why white? I was about to marry the god of death himself and I had on the symbol of purity on.

Oh, how hypocritical of me.

Thankfully I had talked him into not seeing me all day

"It's a mortal tradition" I remember telling him when I was yelling though my door telling him to leave me alone. I sigh to myself, this is going to be the last time I'll go a day without him—at least for a while—and having this little amount made me glad.

I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder, but I relax when I see my mother staring at me with a worried look in the mirror.

"Persephone, are you okay?" she asks her musical voice laced with concern.

I turn to look at mother who had sorrow etched on her face. I hug her tightly and feel the warm tears tailing down my cheek.

"Mom, I don't want to go. I want to stay here!" I exclaim sorrowfully.

"None of us want you to go, Persephone. Believe me when I say I would do anything to keep you from going. But sadly I can't. It's only six months a year, then you will be back!" my mother explains though her tears while cupping her hands around my face.

I push her away and walked to the huge window which had a perfect view of the garden. It was so beautiful, the vibrant colors all of my mother's doing. I stared at the garden my mother and I had spent many years tending too. Thinking about it just made the tears fall faster down my cheek.

I can't believe this disgusting man is taking me away from my home! But I can't dwell on it now, this is my last couple hours alone.

I walk back to the mirror and look at myself; I am Persephone, goddess of the harvest, and sadly, the soon to be goddess of the underworld—otherwise known as the wife of Hades. I shudder at the thought of ruling with him.

I look at myself as I feel the rage building up inside of me and turn to look at my mother

"Why does he want me? Why doesn't he want Aphrodite or I don't know someone else! Why me?" I yell to myself. I look back to the mirror and admire the wedding dress on my body.

"I have to remember to tell Athene thank you." I tell myself. It was a pure white color and I wouldn't doubt the fact that Athene asked the clouds to help her make it as the weight of the dress made me feel as though I were floating on them at this moment. "Ah! Wouldn't that be bliss?"

The dress itself fit perfectly around my curves. A sweetheart neckline accentuated my breasts which were covered in a long-sleeved lace covering, which blended in with the narrow waist line. The bottom was tight around my body before flaring out into a bell. Suddenly I smiled. Of course Athene would make sure I looked my best in a mermaid style dress… she always had a thing for Poseidon.

Even though I believed I was beautiful, I could not imagine that he would choose me, because I was pretty much average for a goddess; I had long flowing hair, the color that could only be described as the color of the grains of harvest. And my skin—though tanned from my long days in the sun—didn't really seem to be anything special. The rest of me was nothing to complain about. I stare at the mirror trying to uncover the mystery of why he would choice me to be his wife.

Being absorb in analyzing my appearance, I shuddered at the sudden feeling of a cold hand twilling my hair, it didn't take me much time to figure out who it was. I looked at his face, which was in a half smile, as he looked at me.

"I can't believe this day is finally here, I'm glad you wanted a wedding." he says seductively. "It's so mortal of you."

I pulled my golden locks out of his cold fingers and threw my best imitation of a death stare his way.

"Hades, you do know what is the best part of this mortal tradition is?" I hiss.

"What?" He questions, reaching his hand back at to my hair.

I snap at him, clutching his hand in mine. "The best part," I whisper close to his face, "is that the husband-to-be will never see the bride until she walks down the aisle!" I shout "now get out!"

Without giving him time to respond I push him to the door and slam it in his face.

"By the way, you look beautiful" he spoke just before the door closed increasing my fury tenfold.

"Why, did you let him in?" I growled turning to my mom. I could tell from her face that she was surprised at my behavior, but not in the bad way... it was a pleased kind.

Instead of responding, she made her way to me and she picked up the comb laying on the bed behind us, and started brushing my hair.

"I didn't, you keep on forgetting he's not mortal." She says as she strokes my hair

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath telling myself, "Okay, time to buck up and get married."

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