My calls go unanswered. I don't even try follow. She needs to cool off and I am tired of the constant arguing and drama. Nothing would've helped the situation, anyhow. Kari needs to become detached from her old life, from her old world if she is ever to reign by my side. When she detaches from her mortal life I will bring her the computer. Until then, she can be ignorant of currant news.

I sink back into my chair, rubbing my forehead. Holding out my palm I summon a leather-bound gray tome from a shelf then take a sip from Kari's leftover wine. Flicking through the book, a shadow in one corner slids quietly toward me. It avoids the light cast by the flames, hovering just over the edge of flickering light.

Covered in a swirling black cloak that appeared to be made of night itself, Erebus looms over me, silent. I greet him with a nod. He returns it. Anyone else, I would have been outraged to find them in my presence without making themselves known, but Erebus is a special case. As the god of shadows and darkness it is like chastising a fish for swimming. He isn't suppose to be detectable. Perfectly unnoticed, he makes a wonderful spy, one I have recruited more than once to watch my brothers. Perhaps he heard what passed between Kari and myself; it is not like he didn't already know what had been said. A close friend, confidant, and loyal servant, Erebus woil not tell a soul—or any of the soulless, either.

"Master." His voice is quiet, a breeze. Deep and low, like his shadows. "It appears that your charge is unhappy with her situation."

I nod. That was an understatement, but that was Erebus. "So she is. It's not so much the stay part as it is the things I refuse her." I say wryly. "I'm sorry you had to see her in that state. Normally she is lovely." Leaning back, I sigh. "I'm not sure how to handle her. Hades had no suggestions." I tap the books worn cover.

"If I may." Erebus inclines his head to the book in my lap.

"Sure." I have no secrets from this servant—or rather, equal. My servants hold more knowledge about myself than any of my supposed "equals".

He summons it with the fluid motion of one finger. More experienced than I, his power requires little motion to call items. He tells me Hades could call things to him without having to direct the power though a limb at all, and one day I shall be able to have as much ability. He also says that for a new god I have learned far faster than any other he has seen. Hades did help me a little with my control the first few years. Soon I would be teaching Kari the same.

"Your predecessor did not have any such problems," Erebus says quietly after about 30 seconds of searching the book. "Persephone had few fits. She was more mild-mannered, my lord, then your charge. Accepted things easily. I assume she was glad to be rid of her mother's over-bearing household. Your lady has more modern ideals of life."

"Comes from living with mortals," I grunt. Very ungodly. "Do you have any advice?"

"Perhaps, my lord," Erebus starts silkily. "You should leave her be for the present time. But do not leave her alone. I suggest you send someone to watch her, without really appearing to be watching her. Hemera has returned. Why not send her for tonight, then Nyx tomorrow?"

Hemera and Nyx are good ideas. Hemera hold the title as goddess of daylight. Nyx is her counter part, goddess of night, Hemera's mother and Erebus's sister. Erebus had earlier suggested using them as ladies-in-waiting of sorts, friends for Kari. While neither woman would be a bad influence, I hesitated. Nyx was powerful, one of the most influential goddesses. If Kari insulted either I could lose our alliance.

"Would they agree to it?"

"Yes, my lord. Hemera had been looking forward to new blood. She gets lonely with only her mother and the souls."

Hemera has remained the youth Hades had known. She is only a few years shy of Kari in physical apperance. They would get along, I decided. Both were spirited. As the goddesses of plants and daylight, two things that went well together, how could they not become friends?

"Send her," I declare. "Nyx may visit tomorrow. If Kari is good she may visit them in the Twilight palace. Oh," I said as Erebus moves to leave. "Tell Hemera to wear human clothing. From this era."

Erebus nods, slipping once again into the darkness.

XXXXXXXXXXX

The knock on the doors startles me. Looking up I see a smiling face in the glass. Too surprised to register anything, I just stare. It is another person. A girl my age. Standing outside my door. I cup some water in my palm, splashing it onto my face, then look again. Yup, still there. She waves.

"Hey, can I come in?" Her voice is cheery. Hale hadn't told me not to allow anyone in, so I nod. And if I'm not suppose to, who cares? It was just another thing to tick him off.

"Great!" She slips in, still smiling. In an orange broom-stick skirt, strappy sandals, and a yellow tee, with glittery make up, she is just one little ray of sun shine on my moping. And a tad preppie. Still, I am no one to judge on appearance, not after last night.

"Uh, hi." I have not the faintest clue of who this person was. A dead person? One of his minions? Possibly another immortal? Her attire gives me no hints. She could be Eris for all I knew. I know there are certain auras about a god, dead, or immortal, but I haven't yet seen any sign of one.

Not that I've seen many gods to check up on this fact.

"Hi!" She is still smiling. "May I?" She gestures to the spot beside me. I sit on the fountain's stone ledge, feet in the water. My jeans are rolled up, shoes beside me on the ground. I wiggled my toes, examining the peach-colour polish. At home it was a no-no to stick you feet in fountains, even private ones. Here, there is nobody to grumble that I might get germs into the water with my "dirty feet".

"Sure. Go ahead," I say.

She slips off the sandals (Expensive leather, I saw. Parada label on the inside sole), tucks in her skirt, then gave a quick gasp as the cold water make contact with her tanned skin. I imagined her natural temperture runs a little warmer than normal. I don't know how to explain, but she just looks hot. And I don't me like, sexually but rather 101 degrees warm.

She is a sun kissed blonde, hair falling in long, wavey layers. Sky-blue eyes speak of many laughs. Her body is slim, muscled, but otherwise average. Tan skin, though not in any sick way, very natural. She stood about five inches below me. If asked to guess I'd say she was a cheerleader.

"This is nice," she sighs, looking around the room. Twilight is upon us. I've relaxed considerably at the familarness. The string of lanterns above us have automatically lit, casting a restful glow around the entire deck. Lights were in the fountain, bubbles of white making the water sparkle.

"Yes. It is," I agree, glancing up. "I'm sorry, this is really rude, but…who are you?" I blurt, embarrassed at having to ask. We are both at fault. She should've introduced herself, I should've done the same. Mom hammered manners into my head when I was young with passages from Emily Post's. Here they fly out the window, waving to me, calling "Good luck, honey. These folks are beyond us!" What's the proper etiquette when it came to speaking to gods? Bravery to impress them? Meekness, humbling yourself so as not to offend them?

The girl frowns, confusion evident in her expression. "They did not tell you?"

"Uh, no. Who? Hale? I'm not speaking to Hale."

"No, not Uncle." She waves a hand dismissively. "Erebus, or one of the servants? They should have informed you of my coming."

My mouth hangs open. Uncle? Uncle? Hale has a niece? Besides that, her old-world speak, similar to Hale's own, was a little surprising. And who was Erebus?

I take a gulp of air, shutting my trap, only to open it for again to answer. "Ah. No. I haven't seen anyone, except Hale. Um, stupid question, but who is Erebus?"

The name is vaguely familiar, some god of something, but for the life of me I cannot recall.

Her eyes widen. "Wow. I would've thought—ah, whatever. I'm Hemera. My look of confusion must have remained for she continues. "Goddess of the daytime. Erebus is my father. And you're my neighbor." Her smile was beatific.

"Oh. Cool. So, are you a-"

"Reincarnation? Nah, I've been alive and well for all those thousand years you were gone, 'Sephone."

"Come again?"

I saw something like sorrow flicker in Hemera's sky eyes. "Nothing," she says quickly. "It's an old nickname."

"Oh," I say again, realizing slowly what "Sephone" is short for. I feel a slight pang of unnecessary guilt. "I'm sorry. But, I'm not like Hale, I can't remember anything. Sorry."

"That's okay," Hemera assures me. We sit in silence for a few moments, kicking out feet in the water, looking at the sky, the furniture, anything but each other. Finally, I can't take the silence, using a classic to break the ice.

"Awwwwkward." I say in a high-pitched voice. We burst out into giggles, then full-on laughs. It feels nice, just sitting and laughing. Di and I had done a lot of it, mostly during class. I miss her suddenly, an ache in my chest pounding. My best friend, only friend. I wish she wouldn't worry for me. Di has enough problems with that brother of hers and all the other family crap. She doesn't need to freak about my missing person too.

"You can call me Kari," I choke out, still giggling. "Somebody ought to. Hale only calls me by my full name." I shudder.

"What is it?" Hemera asks interestedly.

"Promise you won't use it," I tell gravely. I don't like anyone using it. Di does occasionally to tease me. Hale's use had first scare me, but now it is merely bothersome. While still annoying, in time it could prove endearing.

"I swear." She puts a hand over her heart, making her face stay straight for dramatics.

"Karianna." I wince. "Mom found it in some romance novel or something. Maybe it was a comic book." Hemera stifles another snort of laughter.

"Teachers are always confusing it too—Carry-anna, Kory-anna, Kory-ann. Mom is just...likes the odd."

"I think its beautiful. I heard she's an educator. Really?"

"Yes, she teaches Agriculture—farming," I explain in answer to Hemera's bewildered expression.

"That makes sense." Hemera fiddles with a hair barrette. "My parents didn't really name me after anyone. I've just always had it. Most of us have. Unexplained knowledge, names, skills, attractions. A little confusing, right?" She smiles. "You've got it hard. You're someone who's really somebody else. Reincarnated. That must be difficult."

"It is." I wince again. "Though, I get to have a life of my own, rather than one so planned out. And I can remember some stuff. I have feelings, or get information. And Hale…he remembers it. He knows what his life was like, what he's suppose to do. I'm just wandering through this. "

"Maybe the memories will come back," Hemera guesses. "Maybe you'll wake up one day and bam! You're Sephone."

"Did you know her?" Hale is no use to this question. He's never actually met my past self. But if Hemera did-and it sounds like she did-then I could get some answers.

Her eyes darken briefly. "Yes," she says shortly, then changes the subject. "Are you hungry? I know you haven't eaten in forever. Not since…?"

"Lunch yesterday?" Diana and I had hair appointments, make up to be done, dresses to fit, et cetera. We'd gone to a restaurant, but misjudged how long it would take to cook our salads. It was a busy night at the golf club, with other prom-goers getting their dinner, but still. I had a roll and glass of water, leaf of lettuce and then we were gone.

"Wow. Okay, I'll get the kitchen boy. What do you want?" She crosss to the doors, exiting to the next room, presumably to the phone I've never seen before.

"What can I have?" I'd kill for just a sandwich.

Her tinkering laugh floats out to the patio. "Anything you want."

"Really?" This is a brightening bit of news. I love food. Maybe it was the Greek in me. Mom and I love food, savory, rich, flavorful food. It's got its downsides (i.e. weight gain) but is still a positive when you have excellent taste for quality. No Fridos for me, no simple chicken pot pies. We have the table all decked out with classic, hearty, fresh stuff.

"Really. I'm getting the orange salad, grapes…mhhmm…lemon chicken and some wine. Hell, I'll tell them to bring a bottle. Red or white?"

"White." Possibilities fly through my mind. Anything. "I'll take baklava, stroganoff, and grapes too."

Two of my favourite dishes. Hopefully the palace's baklava will be far better than my own attempts. They might not even have it, I mustn't get my hopes up too much…

"Hey, Kari?"

"Darn." I thought. "Yeah?" I say aloud.

" Just one thing: What kind of grapes do you want? Red or green? "

I grin. This might just work out if I got such delicious desserts.

XXXXXXXXXXX

We stay up, eating, talking, and laughing for hours. Around eight we order ice cream. At ten the wine is finished off. At eleven we have a small water fight in the fountain. It's like a sleepover, only without the romantic comedies on TV.

By one in the morning Hemera had to leave. Yawning, she apologizes for having to leave me alone.

"I don't want to. I know how it is to be in such a big, lonely place all by yourself. It's like this at home." She shrugs. "But I need sleep. I can't exactly skip work." Her grin is infectious. Like yawns, come to think of it. "Sunlight is a little important to the humans . And I want to see the boy toy."

Hemera had told me all about her boyfriend. Helios was her partner in business. The God of the Sun. She describes him as "Flaming Hot", probably an understatement. I guess he's be the exact opposite of Hale in both physical appearance and general temperament. Though it was Hale's stormy eyes and emo-iness that is my attraction.

When I'm not pissed with him.

"You don't live here?"

"No." She shudders, then catches herself, blushing. "I mean, it's not a terrible place to live, or anything. Just…. Gloomy. Darker than what I prefer. And staying here with Hale twenty-four/seven? Not that he's like, cruel, or anything." She edits hastily seeing my risen brows.

"Then what?"

"Living here is like living alone," Hemera says softly. I can barely hear her. "Silence. Nobody. Hale is hardly to be around. He's so quiet... empty. I get mad…practically talking to myself is what a conversation with him is like."

Empty…quiet…silence? Yeah, he was a man of few words. But never like any of those things. Hale was talkative enough. How could Hemera say that? He wasn't some lifeless creature! Hale was sweet, brilliant, funny. I even think I'll learn to live with the quietness. It'd be nice, some silence. Peaceful.

"Hemera, he's nothing like that when I'm around. You make him sound so lame. Are you sure we're talking about the same Lord of the Dead?" I joke.

An odd look sits about her face. Like she is…I don't know, apprehensive.

"H-he is? Alive you mean?" She cracks a smile. I'm buying it. Swinging my legs out of the shallow pool, my movements flicking water on her. I stand, towering over her sitting form.

"Hemera," I say again in all seriousness. "I can't get him to shut up."

"I gotta go." Hemera stands quickly, looking behind her. The sky was black, normal. Is nighttime the only time when I could come outside and feel at home with inky blackness and pin pricks of light to welcome me?

While she slipped on her shoes, I thought up my argument. This had to be something good. Hemera didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box, but she was smart enough to not take any crap from me, stuff I could convince my mom with.

"Sick of no answers?" a voice, unfamiliar and smooth asked. Beautiful, it was a woman's voice, commanding and kind. Warm and welcoming. Velvet and chocolate. Roses and-okay, you get the picture. Any normal person ought to be frighten by unknown things speaking in their minds. However, I assumed it was just my conscious once again finding my inner Zen and inner smart person. Most of the time that was Di. But I needed someone a little more experienced tonight. The voice could be that of an actor I'd forgotten, and its wisdom my own, just long hidden.

"Yes. Am I ever."

The voice laughs, a charming sound. "She's scared of hurting your feelings and ruining your friendship-a couple thousand years of loneliness do that to a person."

"What?"

"She used to be a bit bolder in her interactions with people."

"Oh. That's sad." Wait…how did the voice know that? Ah, nothing I can bother with time was running out, she was heading for the doors. "Never mind, what do I say?"

"Tell her you just want to know more about the Death God-you will, after all, be spending a large amount of time with him and just wish to know him better. Then ask her more about your past self. "

I'm impressed with myself. I had forgotten Hemera knew my old self somewhere between the second glass of wine and the ice cream. This is great advice, too. My subconscious's wisdom is at a high. The voice, too. I've convinced myself nicely.

"Listen." I follow her into the main room, my voice low and remorseful. "I'm sorry. The thing is, I'm just…unsure. I was hoping to get a little info about Hale, you know, 'cause I don't know him all that well. And since you knew me in my previous person I thought, maybe you could tell me a bit…about my past life?"

Hemera bites her upper lip, eyes down cast. "I think if I tell you, you won't like what I say."

Frankly, I don't care what she says. If it was the truth, if it was what was real, I wouldn't care. I just want some sort of answers.

"Say what ever you like," I assure her. "Just talk to me."

She bounces from foot to foot, thinking. "I'm really not sure if Hale would…" She casts a glance to the doorway, as if fearing the Lord of this land was to stride in at any moment.

"Please." I beg, eyes wide for some extra effect.

"I…guess it would only do you good." Hemera started slowly. I give a big grin. She rushed on. "But later. I have got to get home, I need to catch some Zs before Mom gets back."

"Okay. See ya!"

Hemera gives me one last smile, then skips out the door with a surprising speed. With all the sugar and alcohol we'd consumed, I would've figured she'd be sluggish.

"Speaking of Zs…" I look at my bed. Elaborate, with frills, fringe and puffs and fluffs I pray all the softness on top was some clue to the quality of mattress. I ache. Stress tends to do that to me. But can I trust Hale? Would he sneak in during the night, or drug me again? Sighing, I strip down to my underwear, then proceed to search for PJs. I find a fresh set laying on a chair in the bathroom. A blue tank top with a pair of dark blue cotton capri sweatpants.

Finally I sink onto the comforter, too tired to care about my well-being. It is already 1:30 a.m. and I'm not sure what my host, curse him, had planned for the morning. Hopefully he'd get the message and leave me alone for a while. The alcohol and sugar rushes had done nothing to help my feelings toward him. Nothing in the least. In fact, they've grown progressively violent. If he were to come in right now I'd…

It'd be a safe bet to say I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

XXXXXXXXXXX

The nimble blonde skips around the corner, nearly crashing into me. I stand on the tiny balcony overlooking starry fields and waving breezes. Hemera flushes, hopping back. Lately she's been avoiding me. Part of me just brushes it off as silly teenage girl behavior. Another part, the older Hades, is sadden that his niece is so distant. A few months ago we were the best of friends.

I give her a raised brow, a silent inquiry to the hour. One in the morning. Hemera knows better than to stay up late, the sunlight needs rejuvenation. It appears the mortals will an overcast day.

My niece (who is barely three years my junior physically) glowers. "It's not that late."

I'm a little a taken back. Her hostile tone isn't normal, not as the Goddess of Daylight. And certainly not to her uncle. Was she too angry over the kidnapping? Had Kari exaggerated my rules? Now it is I who frown. Had I made the wrong decision in friends for my flower? Was Hemera a little too encouraging of negative thinking toward me? Or perhaps did they not get along, and this was the cause of my niece's mood? But then why stay for over six hours?

"How is she?" I ask, being rude myself. The polite thing would be to inquire after her, how the meeting went, then ask about Kari. Tonight I wasn't feeling so kind as to go through the 20-questions game.

"Fine." Hemera sighs, leaning on the column of marble that capped the corner she had just turned. "A bit depressed. That's to be expected."

"Yes."

We do not say anything for a long time, simply looking out the on the night. I wonder if Nyx could see us, or even Selene. I could see that curve of her silvery white smile, high in the west. Nothing but light night-sounds fill our ears. The river. The howling of souls. An owl. The peace was nice, and I guess that Hemera enjoys it too after an evening of partying.

"Your mother will be calling the dawn soon," I murmur, looking to the east. It might be my imagination, but a crack of faint pink rests on the horizon.

"Mmmhmm." Hemera's eye are shut, her mouth is loose, slightly open. Drool would be creeping out any time now.

"Do you…see her?" I ask suddenly. The girl cracks an eye.

"See who?"

"…Persephone," I manage. It is hard to say the name anymore, now that she's back. I worry Kari will never let me use my impulse and call her by her true name. Not that it's relevant; no matter what she is called she will always be Persephone, Kore. Mine.

Hemera is thoughtful, looking into the blackness with light in her gaze. The question caught her attention. After consideration she graces me with an answer.

"Yes. A little. I assume as time passes we will see even more of our 'Sephone coming out in… unique manners." She pauses. "Hale, you've got to remember she is her own person. She'll be Kari with Persephone's memory, looks, and personality, but she is so different."

"You know I hate that nickname," I refuse to acknowledge her last comments. While I agree with my niece on most of her cautions, I know that her hypothesis lacks certain factors. Ones that only I know about.

"That's why we used it," Hemera says matter-of-factly. "Beside, Seph loved it. And it was so much easier to say. Would you mind if I change? These mortal clothes are pretty, but I'm getting warm."

"Go ahead. Just keep wearing them around Kari. And don't do anything like that around her," I warn.

Hemera rolls her eyes and points a finger to herself. A lemon yellow spark flashes, traveling from her chest down to her feet, leaving a trail of dove fabric clinging to Hemera's form as it went. The result was an ancient Grecian-style gown, floor length and light. Matching gold broaches clasped at the shoulders, creating straps.

My niece, being one of the old ones who was born in the era, preferred her "timeless" style of the old ways. She refused all of the mortal's current fashion, saying they repeated every few years and either it was too revealing or too conservative. Her own gowns could be both classically traditional, having long skirts, and yet sexy with the curves and various cuts.

Another particular thing about the girl before me; her magic style. For instance, when she changed her clothes. Most immortals prefer to use one hand, waving it about their figures to allow the flow of sparks to travel downward in a spiral. After watching the American mortal television show "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" Hemera practiced for weeks to perfect her magic enough to change her outfit in limited motion, directed with one digit. Most gods turned up their noses, saying it was a waste of time. Her mother simply sighed, use to my niece's antics. She didn't discourage the girl, hoping maybe the study and practice would improve Hemera's magical flow from core to limb.

"Anything you want to tell me?" I ask softly. The thought that Hemera might be offended by Kari's presence had just occurred to me.

"No," she says slowly, looking off down the hall. "Except…why is she mad at you?"

"Kari didn't tell you?"

"Um, would I be asking if she did?"

I ignore her disrespect, attributing it to lack of sleep, alcohol and sugar. One of the kitchen boys kept me reported on what they ordered. I didn't want Kari's first full day conscious to be filled with a hangover. At least, not a crippling one. I did request the cook water down the wine.

"It's no particular thing." Seeing her glare I hastily continue. "Rather, a series of problems. "

"Such as?"

I sigh, running a hand through my already untidy hair. All I need now is my niece furious with me as well. My true love is bad enough, my closest family member too?

"The kidnapping is still irking her, as is the ban on her computer, news, and some 20-Q time." I sigh again, rubbing the spot beside my ear. A nerve habit. One I've had since I was a child. Then I'd had a lot more to be nervous over. Like where I was going to live. If the courts were going to send me back to my family. What I was going to eat. The kids at school. Things like that. "I know she's confused, but there is really nothing I can do. She has got to figure it out on her own. I can't help until the situation is dire."

"And if she cannot figure it out?"

I turn back to the night. Hemera knew right where to thrust the dagger.

"Then I am doomed."

There's a snicker from behind me. "Not to be melodramatic." Looking back to her I smile. "But it's true. I have faith in her. She achieved the first. Now only a few more…"

"She will not fail," Hemera assures me, the first time all night her voice had been warm. That was nice. "I've seen it. She doesn't remember, but she is the embodiment. Just her aura has that sparkle."

"All of our auras have sparkle," I comment dryly.

She moves to punch me lightly on the arm. "Well, hers is different. I don't know, more like mine and Antheia's combined. Glowing like dawn fading lightly. But not as gold as mine. And hers is more soft. Like it's being seen through tissue paper. Is that because she is not fully realized?"

I frown. Kari's aura had not yet been apparent to me. What Hemera described sounded like nothing I'd ever seen. But new gods are rare, each with their own gifts. The dimness of Kari's could be her undiscovered powers calling or a completely different thing.

"Perhaps." I twist the ring on my center left finger, closing my eyes for a brief second, then opening them quickly in surprise. "Persephone never had an aura." I croak. Hemera's eyes widen, mouth hanging loose again.

"That's impossible. Even demi-gods and half-bloods have auras-"

"Did you ever see hers?" I demand.

"Well…no. I hadn't that power developed." She blushes, embarrassed by her lack of skill in the old era. "Mom might have, though!" Her voice brightens considerably.

I look at the horizon again. The pink appears thicker.

"Go home." I advise gently. "Catch a few hours. Your mother is on her way."

Hemera nods, and I see how weary she truly is. "Okay." Her voice is drowsy with wanted sleep.

I conceal my smile. Part of the perks in my job is the need to be awake 24/7. The souls arrive all hours. I virtually need no sleep. That is not to say I cannot sleep at all. If influenced I may. But that is rare. However, now that my flower needs her rest, I may be inclined to siesta more often now days.

"'Night," Hemera mumbles. To my surprise, she leans forward for a hug. Formally being the only person I bestow my affections to, we use to be on a normal uncle-niece relationship until a few months ago, despite our nearly non-existent age difference. I wasn't as surprised to feel good; I miss her hugs. It was probably only the sleepiness, though. She could not have already forgiven me for whatever "unspeakable" crime I'd committed.

"Good night." I say as she turns the corner, leaving me to admire the remaining hours of darkness.

Antheia is the Goddess of flowers and flower wreaths. She's a demi-god. I'm going to ignore her position since she is a demi and name Persephone as the flower goddess. Antheia won't show up in this, but I've mentioned her just 'cause.

This is a loaded chapter. A lot of important details here.

And one thing to my Arty fans: I am not ignoring the last chapter of What the Voices Say. I wrote this weeks ago, and just now had an hour to edit. I will updated WTVS soon. Maybe this coming weekend if the educators are kind. It's looking doubtful.

I've had a comment on the thing where I don't describe my characters appearances. I'm taking a leaf out of Meyer's (the one who wrote Twilight) book. She does the same thing so the readers can visualize their own versions, or themselves as a character. I do it because people yell at you here if you make a character look a certain way or have a certain hair colour. If you are a more visual person then go to and search Persephone or Hades in the engine. There is a really, really good one who's name I've forgotten, but I'm asking to use it in another fan fiction. Anyhow, if you find a good one mail it to me! Or, better yet, if you have a deviantART add me on to your friends list. I'm under the same name.

Dania