A little girl sat, cross-legged, at the edge of a darkened river. She was about four, and she had long, down to her waist, tangled, curly dark black hair like the shadows around her, soulless yet peaceful and content brown black eyes, olive skin, a petite nose, small, pointy ears, long, thin lips forming a small smile, a long-sleeved gray shirt, baggy black jeans, white leather hunting boots, and a silver crescent moon shaped pendant on a piece of black string.
"Mama?" she asked. A woman, clothed in a black lace dress, her dark brown hair in a bun, wearing no shoes, said, "Yes, Adrianne?" The girl looked at her mother. "Why can't I go up there?"
Persephone sighed. "Adrianne, they would laugh at you. I cannot bear that." Adrianne looked at the water. "Why?" Persephone ran a hand through her hair. "You are... Different than them. They do not like special people."
"Now come," said her mother, "Your papa will be waiting."
The girl reached up and took her mother's hand. "Okay."
SEVEN YEARS LATER
A girl kicked a stone, at the same river as seven years ago. She was lonely- The dead were no company at all for an eleven year old child, after all.
"Happy another day in Hell, Ari," she muttered. She was mad. Her mom was gone until fall, and it was only March. Now... She was stuck with Alecto, her stepdad, the dead, and Cerberus. Okay, Ceberus was actually fun to play with- Long as you had a rubber ball.
Suddenly, she perked up. There was... A living person?
"Hell-Ooo?" She called. A boy of about fourteen appeared from the fog. "What the Hades!" he exclaimed. Ari was confused. What my step dad? "Hi," said Ari, "I'm Adrianne."
"You... Are not... Dead?" It was almost a question. "Duh... And why'd you say What The Hades? Step dad will be as mad as Alecto when I skip classes," Ari said. "Step dad?" asked Nico.
"Well, duh."
"You mean Hades?"
"That's the one."
"Then- Oh, crap, PERSEPHONE HAD A KID!"