Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of the Greek mythology this story is based on, I do however own my story and my characters. The following contains depictions of violence, moderate suggestive adult themes, and moderate adult language. This is my first story posted on . Please review and comment, I look forward to reading your suggestions. This is chapter one, more chapters will be added later.
I watch her from my place beside the towering oak tree, she is striding through the rows of graves braving the shadows and specters, the cold and the fog; tonight is most unforgiving, yet she walks with no other purpose in mind but to come to me. Her alabaster skin is illuminated by the moonlight, her long dark hair is falling in thick curls behind her shoulders; she is a most astounding beauty, an ethereal maiden cloaked in black. She comes to stand before me; she always seems to have a silent air of the sorrowful and the sinister about her. However, tonight she gazes up at me with a sweet smile and I feel my heart begin to swell.
"Hello father." She greets me, "I've missed you." I sweep her into my arms and hold her there, my baby girl; my child.
"I've missed you too," I tell her, "So much." Embracing her like this, I never want to let her go; she's warm and her scent reminds me of nightshade flowers. When I do relinquish her she is still looking up at me, her arms still around my neck,
"It's been too long."
"A few months, yes, I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit until now."
"I brought you something," She says, and hands it to me a round crimson orb, "A pomegranate, as an offering."
"You know you don't have to." I assure her, I place my hand on her head, tousling her hair; even fully grown she's so small, not even reaching my shoulder. "Why don't we share it?" I suggest. Slicing the fruit in two with the black handled dagger I keep at my side, I take one half and give her the other, the both of us settling down on the marble bench beneath the icy winter moon. A breeze has begun to sweep up, kicking flecks of snow into the air, making a glittering whirl wind all around us.
"I suppose we have a lot of lost time to make up for." I venture.
"Yes, we do." She answers, "I have a lot of questions actually if that's alright."
"Ask me anything you'd like." I reply. She studies the pomegranate in her hands,
"I have been wondering…" she begins.
"What about?" I ask. She pops a few of the round red seeds into her mouth, munching on them, mulling over something still.
"Would you tell me more about my mother? Like how you met her?"
"Ah yes, I suppose that's as good a place to start as any, I shall tell you then; from the beginning yes?"
"Yes."
"Alright then..."