I floated to Los Angelos for some reason. A man with a name-tag that said 'Charon'.
"Welcome back Bianca! So soon too! Your father gave me orders to send you straight to the palace."
Here someone goes with Bianca again! We stepped into a small elevator. Down and down we went. The underworld lay before me the river Styx I think it is called. Filled full with lost hopes and dreams. A rusty boat lay in front of me bobbing in the invisible current.
Charon stepped into the boat evenly and fluently as if he had done it a million times. Huh. He actually probably had. Whatever. You never know. I also stepped into the rust bucket.
"No coin necessary for the daughter of Hades."
"Okay?" Confused by his comment I asked.
"Why would I need a coin to give to you?"
"Well, I suppose. I need to get paid!" He said so with such force I flinched.
The palace loomed ahead of me. It was large and dark. I mean like not even dark. Black. All black.
I wish I knew who my run-away father was. Mom would never tell me. Charon escorted me through the gates. Made of human torture. Armed skeletons from all periods of time caught each other as each one bowed at the sight of me. Like I was a princess or something. Who knew?