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Prologue

Whitefield was never a cheerful town.

Rows and rows of the same, grey houses with tiny patch of grass in front of it. Everyone would be out in their same, grey clothes, with their dark umbrellas on their way to the bleak factories in the distance. During winters, the town seemed to be deserted, and all the open spaces were always covered in a sheet of fresh snow, hence its name. At least in the mornings people were about. At night, the town would go into hideaway. Except for that one night, when one woman seemed to brave the cold and bitterness.

She went to the local graveyard.

Were you to go past the looming, black gates that creak ominously when swung open, and walked passed the first bunch of gravestones, you would see her there. Were you to keep following the path, grassy and filled with gnarling roots from the surrounding trees, you would see the woman. A woman hard at work digging and digging.

But the ground was frozen solid.

The woman persevered. She wore a black cloak, its end sagging against the ground. Her boots kept her feet warm, black as coal, and glittering with polish. Her large, blue eyes seemed to be solely focused on the small dent at the base of a statue. Her brown hair was carefully braided and tucked away below her cloak, away from sight.

Her name was Katherine. Katherine Day.

If you were to watch her closely, you would see the beads of sweat on her forehead. You could see the stiff way she stood, and the awkward way she held the shovel, implying that she wasn't used to manual labor. Beside her lay a box. Nothing too fancy, a box made of polished wood. Nothing adorned it, just a name. Marcus Ostrowski.

The woman finally lost her patience and dropped the shovel with a sigh of frustration. She cast a furtive glance at her surroundings, before drawing a stick out of her pocket. If you looked carefully, you would see it was engraved with ancient runic symbols, and a simple handle at one end. She carefully pointed it at the base of the statue.

"Defodio" she whispered.

The soil shifted and deepened. But the woman didn't seem satisfied yet.

"Defodio" she whispered once again. The hole got even deeper, but it still remained about two inches deep.

Quite suddenly, the air around her seemed to drop several degrees, as though a dementor had entered the area. She spun around, trying to see if anyone was hiding in the thicket of trees, before casting a warming charm on herself. A sudden voice behind her made her jump and almost drop her wand from shock.

"Would you like some help with that?"

She turned around so fast, that her neck clicked painfully. A man seemed to materialize from the shadows. She stared at him with curiosity; he wasn't there a second ago. His pale, fluorescent skin glowed in the moonlight, his hair long and dark and just a tad greasy. He was tall and seemed to loom over her own six feet. His eyes… they were the best bit about him. Obsidian in colour, they seemed to reflect both a genius and a madman, and they shone with a different type of gentleness. Two large dogs appeared next to him, sniffing his feet. Their large red eyes shone in the darkness. Their coat was matted and their faces pulled into snarls. They eyed Katherine with anger, snarling and pacing the ground around their master. She could tell that they were restraining themselves from jumping onto her and tearing her face off. They were obedient, but dangerous.

"Yeah, sure. What can you do?"

She asked a simple question not expecting much of a reply, perhaps a 'maybe I can help you dig' but instead the man just snapped his fingers. The hole in the ground suddenly started getting deeper and deeper. Her jaw dropped from shock. Who was this man? He was obviously a wizard too...but wandless magic? They were supposed to be ridiculously difficult, but this man just clicked his fingers with an air of confidence and indifference, as though he had been doing this his whole life.

"Stop" she commanded him.

The man snapped his fingers once again and the soil stopped dropping away. She dropped to her knees and picked up the box, all while keeping an eye on the man. She manually dropped the box into the hole, she was still wary about using her wand, just in case this man was not a wizard. A sniffle escaped her, as the box touched the end of the hole. The man noticed her tears.

"What is in the box?" He asked her curiously.

"Just…just something I want to forget" she replied, before standing up and dusting her hands.

"So...um, thanks about that. Would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone what you just saw." She told him, eyeing his two dogs carefully. They looked like they had just spotted dinner. Which consisted mainly of her.

The man seemed to sense her nervousness because he waved his hand. The two dogs stood up straight and bounded away towards the shadows. It almost seemed as though they blended into the shadows, since they seemed to have completely vanished.

Katherine's eyes widened at this second sight of magic. "Um...I'm Katherine. Katherine Day." she said, extending an arm towards the man.

"Nice to meet you Katherine. I am Hades."

Katherine raised an eyebrow. "As in the Greek God of the Underworld? Wow, your parents must have been really into Greek Mythology, eh?"

Hades cocked his head to one side, a small smile playing on his face. "Of a sort," he replied, without taking his eyes off her.

"Well Hades," she started, putting special emphasis on his name as though she didn't believe it, "Why don't you come over to my house for a cup of tea? You know, as a sort of 'thank you' thing for helping me out,"

Hades smiled properly now. "I would love to."

He clicked his finger again, and a mound of dirt covered up the hole again. Katherine started walking back, towards the gates of the cemetery, with Hades walking beside her.

I must be going mad, she thought to herself, I just invited a guy I literally just met at a graveyard over for tea.

"Hello Sunshine," Hades greeted her with a little kiss on her lips. It was a small one, not deep, but it still caused a little shiver to travel down her back.

"Hi."

She could not meet his eyes. She felt incredibly nervous...unsure about how he would react. At the best, he would be overjoyed and want to stay. At the worst, he would leave her. Forever. And it would hurt too much if he did, the last few months had been the best months of her life.

"Kathy?" he asked softly. She had almost forgotten that he was right in front of him. He was staring at her in concern and slight amusement. Right. It was time to tell him. She took a deep breath.

"I've something to tell you…"

Hades' eyebrows furrowed as his face rearranged into a frown. "You do?"

"I'm pregnant."

She really did not know what she was expecting, perhaps that he would pick her up and twirl her around with happiness. Perhaps he would shout at her and say this was all her fault and then storm out of the house. But he just stared at her for a minute. Two minutes.

"Are you sure?" he finally asked.

"Yes"

Hades collapsed onto the sofa and buried his head in his hands. Katherine's heart sank. Of course he would not be happy, they weren't even married. Her vision went blurry and she realized that she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh Gods, what have I done? What have I done?" A muffled voice came up from behind the hands.

"I...I'm sorry Hades. You can leave if you want to. You have a choice, but I don't. I'm really sorry," Kathy was able to say between sobs.

Her voice seemed to make Hades look up. "But that is the thing, Kathy. I do not have a choice. I need to leave.

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Hades took a deep breath and forced himself to look her in the eye. "The thing is...I...I'm not exactly human, Kath. I...the Greek Gods, well, they are all real."

Katherine looked at him for a long minute- it might have been days or months -and burst out laughing.

"Yeah, right. You really had me there for a second, I was terrified."

"It's not a joke! Listen! It is true!" Hades protested, his face growing more and more frustrated.

"Sure, sure. Pull out the next one," she said, still smiling.

"Look, Kathy. You...you're a smart woman. Have you not seen me dig by just the click of my fingers? Seen me go invisible? Seen me have a conversation with empty air? And doing all this without a wand? I am the god of the Underworld, Kathy. I do not belong truly in the normal world."

Kathy's eyes filled with horror and tears, and her hand flew to her mouth as she figured it out. For a long time they stared at each other, unblinking, unmoving.

"So...so you've been lying to me all this while?" She finally asked in a small voice.

"I...I...no! I didn't have a choice! I couldn't -"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE" she finally burst out, levelling a scorching glare towards him. Hades quailed under her furious expression. "YOU HAD A BLOODY CHOICE! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING...I BROKE THE STATUE OF SECRECY AND TOLD YOU ABOUT THE WIZARDING WORLD! I BROKE THE DAMN LAW, FOR GOD'S SAKE! AND NOW YOU HAVE BEEN LYING TO ME? ABOUT SOMETHING AS BIG AS THIS?"

She dropped to her knees after shouting herself hoarse and began to sob. Hades sat down next to her and hesitantly put his hand and her shoulder.

"I...I'm really sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. But you have to listen to what I have to say, it's really important..."

"When...when the baby is born...he will also have powers. Powers like me. But it comes at a price, Kathy, he will be hunted. Monsters, thousands of them will come after him, that's how it has been for years,"

Kathy slowly looked up to meet his eyes, a cold rage burning through her. "So...my child will never be safe? He will forever have to be chased and live in fear? Like some sort of a...a...an animal?"

"There is one place where he will be safe from them. It's a camp, a camp for others just like him or her. They will be taught there, how to survive and use their powers. When he or she turns thirteen, they need to be taken there. A satyr will come to him, as a sort of protector."

For a long time, neither of them spoke or moved, unwilling to break eye contact. Kathy was too overwhelmed with everything to even ask what the heck a satyr was. The rage was still moving through her, urging her to punch Hades in the face. Or to break a plate over his head.

"Get out."

Hades's eyebrows rose in surprise at this direct command. "What?"

"You come here, as though you own this place, lie to me, cheat on me with your wife back in the Underworld, and then leave me here when I need you the most. And now you tell me that my child will never be happy, always being hunted like some escaped criminal. Get out of my house right now, or I swear I will hex you so badly that you will never be able to sit on your throne of bones or whatever again."

"Please, Kathy, don't be like this." He took her hands in his. "I love you...I only want what is best…I-"

Kathy's furious expression softened slightly, but she still yanked her hands out of his grip. "This is not something you would do to someone you love," she told him, coldly. "Get out of my house."

Hades looked at her sadly one last time, before he walked backwards into the shadows and disappeared. The sudden silence sounded more horrible than her screaming, and Kathy sank into the chair Hades had just vacated.

What on earth was happening in her life?

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