A long time ago, when the world was ruled by three immortal brothers, lived a beautiful and perfect butterfly. What type of a butterfly was it? Nobody knows. But it was certainly one of a kind. Its wings were long and were perfectly round with a perfect black crescent on top of them. However, what made this butterfly so unique is its color.
The butterfly is clearly blue, but a very strange shade of blue. A really light and solid blue which is beautiful in an eerie way.
So there was this butterfly, this perfect, unique, and defenseless creature. Is it flying from flower to flower? No. It can only dream of doing so. You see, it has been trapped ever since it was a caterpillar.
The only thing that it ever saw was its cage, a twig, and a girl which has grown up along with the butterfly.
This girl was 15. Just like the butterfly, she was perfect. Her face was perfectly shaped and symmetrical. Her nose was small, her lips were naturally cherry red and perfectly bow shaped. Her eyes perfectly proportioned to her face. Her hair was of a beautiful light brown color which was wavy. Whenever she smiled, which was now rarely, two dimples appeared on her cheeks. She never turned red when angry, frustrated, or mortified. Instead, her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink which looked appealing on her pale skin.
However, what is the most amazing about her is her eyes.
They are a perfect almond shape surrounded by long and dark eyelashes. On top of the eyes are eyebrows that never became too thick. But the actual iris was the same strange shade of blue as the butterfly's wings were.
The girl sat in a small, cold room made out of stone, shivering. Her chiton was tattered and old. She was staring at the gray stone which she sat on.
What does the previously mentioned butterfly have to do with her? Everything. Nothing. Perhaps something.
The girl sat on the cold stone ad looked up, to see the small cage with the butterfly in it. She knew that she was underground. She didn't see the above world in a really long time.
Is this girl Persephone? No, but close. The area that she's in isn't the underworld, but it is underground.
This girl, in fact, is related to the Queen of the Underworld. They both have the same face and eye shape. Both of them have perfect bow shaped lips. Both of them have the same shade of hair.
However, there are some parts of the girl which looked nothing like Persephone. Like her pale skin. Or her long fingers. Or her blue eyes.
This girl is Persephone's daughter. But she has an official title, Princess of the Underworld. Her real name? Macaria.
But a princess doesn't deserve to live in such conditions. Even a princess from a dark kingdom, like the Underworld.
Macaria only remembered being in this room. She had faint memories of 12 deities who bickered a lot, of a beautiful woman who looked like an older version of her, of a tall man with pale skin and jet black hair, of flowers, rainbows, and even a three headed dog.
But most of these memories were clouded and altered.
Every day, someone would come into the cold room. That someone would talk to her about her relatives, mostly about her parents. They would say how her uncle (and grandfather), the ruler of Olympus would have another affair while his envious wife (her aunt) killed the poor woman whom he had an affair with. Sometimes the poor woman whom her uncle sleeps with is forced to perform the act, but the jealous wife still kills her. That person would also talk about her other uncle, who kills people simply because he is angry. They would talk about her grandmother (and aunt), about how she tortured people by starving them, simply because Macaria's mother was away. They talked about how Macaria's father forces her mother to stay with him.
This is how Macaria came to loathe everyone, her captors and her family. She hates everyone except the blue butterfly.
"I wish we could both be free," she whispered to the butterfly which in response fluttered its wings.
When the door suddenly opened, Macaria rubbed her forehead. She'll be forced to hear more about her family, her family full of criminals.
A man came into the room. Macaria had a sudden memory of the first time when she saw him. She called him "father" by accident because he looked so much like the child's father. But this man referred to himself as "Lord Cronus".
Cronus smiled coldly at Macaria which sent a shiver down her spine. She was expecting to hear the worst.
"Stand up," Cronus commanded.
She did as he told her. He studied the young girl.
"Hm. I knew that you'd be perfect," he put a strand of hair behind Macaria's ear.
Perfect? Macaria thought. She learned the hard way to never say anything to a lord unless he asks her or gives her permission. But her eyes became wide with curiosity. For what? they asked.
Cronus chuckled.
"Come," he told her. He took her hand and opened the door for her. It was the second time that she was outside of the room. The first time was obviously when she was sent to it.
Cronus led her through the hallway which looked like a castle's. They went to a staircase and went down. Then they went until they got to a dining room.
"Sit," Cronus commanded, pulling out a chair.
Macaria obeyed. She saw six other beings sitting at the table. In front of her sat Gaea, Cronus's mother. On the right of Macaria sat Hyperion who was incredibly bright when it came to light, not intelligence. Across from Hyperion sat Atlas whom Macaria associated as a perfect archetype of a bully. On the left of Atlas sat Kampe, whom Macaria tried not to stare too long at the monster. Across from Kampe sat Prometheus with his usual cocky grin. At the far end of the table sat Asia or Clymene (although she preferred Asia). Finally at the left of Macaria sat down Cronus.
"What's the peasant doing here?" Kampe hissed.
"She'll be the one to carry out the plan," Cronus replied.
"I thought that we'll use her for-"
"That too! But she can do both. In fact that way it'd be better."
Gaea closed her eyes for a second.
"You're right Cronus," she murmured "But if the little bitch squeals? Or what if Hades recognizes her?"
Cronus thought for a bit.
"We'll use the Lke to monitor her," he decided.
"And if she messes up..." Atlas cracked his knuckles.
Macaria gulped. She knew that messing up was not an option.
"Great. That will work. Now, as for the new plan," Cronus said mysteriously.