Before time itself
The gods ruled the world from the skies and the sea and the world below. In control of the sky was none other than Zeus himself and in control of the sea was Poseidon and the Underworld belonged to Hades. Zeus was in a way, king to them all, even though his brothers refused to acknowledge him as that. Zeus was in a constant war with them, trying to get them to see that he was king. With this war, neither Hades nor Poseidon seemed to be friendly. This constant war would soon rip the world apart, along with each of the gods and goddesses themselves.
She cried along the river, cried until she could no longer produce tears. The fight between her mother and herself nearly tore her apart to pieces, never had her mother raised her voice at her, nor had she ever struck her with force. The flowers that normally would sway to be closer to her now scream in agony as they shrivel and fade away. The earth around her and where she walked is now as barren as the land on fire. Her long pale petal pink tresses streaked with several shades of green hang limply around her petite form, swirling around her.
The silver flower hair piece she uses to hold back half of her hair is long enough to touch her waist. The flowers hang off of twisting metal lines and weave into her locks while the silver leaves create a crown and several silver vines hang down her the crest. Her once pink dress with beautiful lace like green vines and leaves is now a dead green color, since her dress was made from flower petals. Her bright green eyes are now as pale and dull as dirt and the beautiful flowers on the vines that are tattooed to the side of her face and down her body are dead.
"Why do you cry, child of earth?" A deep voice said. She turned to see he had spoken and saw a man dressed in black with a black shadow dragon swirling around himself. "I made my mother hate me." She cried. "Child, who could ever hate you? You are pure." He whispered into her ear, his long, nimble pale fingers twisting into her silky tresses. His breath on her neck made her shiver. "How would you know, you don't even know my name?" The pixie like girl asked. His long thin, pale nimble hands wiped away a crystal line tear and twisted one lock of her petal pink hair around it.
"My dear, I know more about you then you think." He whispered into her ear, his breath on her neck made her shiver as he showed her two extremely sharp fangs, "Who, what are you?" She gasped, her chest heaving. "Something that is about to help you greatly now and in the future." He pressed his lips to her forehead and a scream of agony tore from her lips.
She fainted and slowly fell into the strange man's open and waiting arms. Little did she know, this man would be the end to her, for all of eternity, the goddess of spring would soon be just a dream.
Later that evening
"Oh, I can't find my near Persephone, she must be so angry with me after that fight to have run of and not return till so late at night. Oh what am I going to do?" Demeter cried. "Relax my dear sister; I'm sure that she will be here soon." Zeus said, trying his best to calm his sister. "Yes sister, Persephone will be back soon, you must let spring roam." Poseidon said as he too, could not stand the sight of his beloved sister weeping.
BAM!
Sorry, cliff hanger.