The daughter of Pluto looked out at her Camp, which was bathed in the bright orange light of the sunset.
She sighed in contentment. Peace had been achieved, even if only for a short time.
She was sitting atop of Pluto's shrine, surrounded by jewels and precious metals galore.
The girl closed her eyes for a second, and her past flashed behind her eyelids.
She opened them again, haunted by her memories.
Haunted by her other life, her giggles, her cries. Her sighs, her sins, her lies.
Hazel covered her mouth with her hand.
Haunted by her own Historie.