Persephone
The sky was draped in a cloak of darkness, the moon and many stars were filling the field with a pale light. Just enough to see by. A cool breeze flowed through Persephone honey golden hair. As she bent down to pick a dark purple violet she heard the laughter of Athena and Artemis. "I shall be able to find my way back easily," she gleefully thought as she wander off abit more throughout the field. The air was filled with the scent of the many flower that where bloom. "Hmm, odd." Persephone quietly said to herself as she bent down to take a closer look and a bunch of the flowers. "There's quiet few narcissuses here, isn't that supposed to be a symboly of misfortune or death?" She started to toy with one of the biggest of the narcissus, stoking the flower silk petals she though, "maybe I should pick it to show to Athena and Artemis, they might know why it is here." As she thought this, the wind seemed to blow quicker, her dress was flapping in the wind. She then heard the distanced calls of Artemis telling her to come back. Persephone toke the flower with her and turn around to head back, but just as she did this a light rumble shook the field, the rumble just got louder and louder. Persephone turned back to the place where she picked the narcissus, for that seemed the place where the noise was coming from. Just then the earth ripped open, her face was blasted with the heat that came for within, and the smell that arose was that of burning corpses. What came for all of the ash and smoke was the God of Death, Hades. With the snatch of his wrist he haled Persephone down with her to become come Queen of the Dead. The next sound that filled the air was a piecing scream, that very sound of it sent a chill down your back as sharp as a knife. Artemis and Athena rushed over to the gap that open up to the horrors of the under world filled with scream of tortured victims and the smells of rot and decay. But when the peered down in to hell the last they saw of Persephone was the moonlight reflecting the death defying fear. Then she was gone.
The sky was draped in a cloak of darkness, the moon and many stars were filling the field with a pale light. Just enough to see by. A cool breeze flowed through Persephone honey golden hair. As she bent down to pick a dark purple violet she heard the laughter of Athena and Artemis. "I shall be able to find my way back easily," she gleefully thought as she wander off abit more throughout the field. The air was filled with the scent of the many flower that where bloom. "Hmm, odd." Persephone quietly said to herself as she bent down to take a closer look and a bunch of the flowers. "There's quiet few narcissuses here, isn't that supposed to be a symboly of misfortune or death?" She started to toy with one of the biggest of the narcissus, stoking the flower silk petals she though, "maybe I should pick it to show to Athena and Artemis, they might know why it is here." As she thought this, the wind seemed to blow quicker, her dress was flapping in the wind. She then heard the distanced calls of Artemis telling her to come back. Persephone toke the flower with her and turn around to head back, but just as she did this a light rumble shook the field, the rumble just got louder and louder. Persephone turned back to the place where she picked the narcissus, for that seemed the place where the noise was coming from. Just then the earth ripped open, her face was blasted with the heat that came for within, and the smell that arose was that of burning corpses. What came for all of the ash and smoke was the God of Death, Hades. With the snatch of his wrist he haled Persephone down with her to become come Queen of the Dead. The next sound that filled the air was a piecing scream, that very sound of it sent a chill down your back as sharp as a knife. Artemis and Athena rushed over to the gap that open up to the horrors of the under world filled with scream of tortured victims and the smells of rot and decay. But when the peered down in to hell the last they saw of Persephone was the moonlight reflecting the death defying fear. Then she was gone.