That had been the first time she had dreamt about him.
She dreamt of a pond where she was bathing, but then she heard a noise came from the dark. 'Who is there?' the girl asked and before her eyes slowly appeared a man. He was very tall, in fact taller that any god she had ever met, the man's eyes were an incredibly dark shade of blue; his skin was pale, opposite to everyone she knew, whose skin was gold as the sun. The stranger wore black leather pants, a loose blouse and black riding boots; on top of that he wore a long black and red cloak. This stranger was the representative of true male beauty in her honest opinion; sure she was never to say that out loud should her mother hear.
'What is a beautiful maiden as yourself doing alone in the hoods?' the man asked. She tried to hide her blushing cheeks, after all she never met anyone and for that reason very few had told her that she was beautiful, sure some gods had but she felt this stranger was somehow different from everyone else.
With her silence the man walked towards her. In that moment she remembered that she was not wearing any clothes, so she tried to cover herself with her hands and hair ashamed, but he kept walking in her direction until he was just in from of her. Then he looked her in the eyes and caressed her cheek with his hand. She didn't know why was she letting him do that, maybe she should try to escape, but something inside her mind told her he wasn't going to hurt her and that he wasn't as a stranger as she thought he was.
'What is your name my dear?' he asked her again. Feeling bold the girl teased 'I think is only fair if I know your name first, my lord.' He smirked looking deep into her eyes and feeling bold himself, told her 'What if I give you my name and in exchange I get a sweet kiss from you, my gorgeous flower?' he made the proposition in a husky tone that sent shivers up her spine in delight. Damn, why was she feeling like that? She had never felt so needy, so willing, like she was capable to do anything if he asked her.
'I guess we… could make a deal…'she answered fumbling a bit with her words. The handsome stranger then slowly lowered his lips on hers and in the next moment he was kissing her and she could not believe it was happening. At first the kiss was sweet and tender, but as they continued kissing she put her arms around his neck and he his arms around her slender waist, now they were kissing each other fiercely as she lost all kind of sense and simply gave herself completely to this man who was a complete stranger to her.
They parted for a little time to breathe, the girl looked at his deep blue eyes and smiled, starting to kiss in again this time running her hands though his long black hair, while he drove her crazy with his tongue. She grinded against him, making the man groan and grind back into her, with that she gave a loud moan full of need.
Persephone woke up sweating on her single bed. What a dream! Who was that man? Why had she dreamt with him? What was wrong with her? Why was her mind playing tricks on her? So many questions passed her mind in that moment.
She got up and went to look through the window. It was almost sunrise.
Persephone next went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Gods, she was a mess. Her hair was all messy with sweat and she was very red and incredibly warm all over, obviously because of her crazy dream. She then filled her tub and took a bath to wash the sweat off of her skin, later dressing for her new day, since she could sleep no longer.
When she was ready she went towards the garden to say good morning to her mother – Demeter, Goddess of Fertility – and help her with the flowers and with the harvest, for she was too a goddess of spring and fertility like her mother so it is her duty to be with her mother to see if the flowers grow as they most.
As the girl goes to see her mother, she thinks if the man in her dream is real, if she will ever met him or that if he is real she will be forever lost in love with him. Then she spots her mother by a tree with her nymph friends working on some of the flowers. She goes to greet her mother.
'Good morning, mother' Persephone says. 'Good morning, my dear!' her mother almost sings getting up, 'You don't use to get up so early Sephie'.
'I didn't sleep well tonight, mother, nothing to worry about though' she reassured her mother. 'Are you sure, dear?' to that the girl nodded and went to help her mother.
'Ok, so let's get to work, dear, these flowers won't grow themselves, will they?' her mother said smiling at her daughter happily.
Persephone kept on with her day, but she never stopped thinking about the mysterious man that appeared in her dreams that night. That day she decided that she would find him, no matter what, and this time she would get his name.
Little did she know that in the next day she was going to have a surprise.