In very less than a fortnight, everything will change. Clotho thought to herself as her sisters looked on at the image of a sleeping Persephone that hung in the air.

Not only to the Spring Goddess, but to the mortal lives on Earth. Each and every soul. None will survive. Only the gods will live. To start a new reign. A new cycle. But the question is, would the King and Queen of the Underworld be able to see that happen? And will the Harvest Goddess Demeter attempt to prevent it?

The weaver sighed silently to herself, hoping that everything will fall in the right place in the end.

I seemed to be in a huge hall. Hanging from the ceiling was a huge obsidian chandelier that held many flamed candles, which illuminated the room.

The room was in dark shades; grey marble flooring and black walls. I noticed that I was standing on a long strip of crimson carpeting that started from two mahogany doors to a relatively tall dais at the head of the room.

On the dais, I noticed that there were two lone thrones standing on top of it. The thrones were beautiful. Both were carved out of ebony and luminous gold, and were intricately designed to fit a king and a queen. But the throne on my left had bits of jewels adorning it, and I assumed that the throne was the queen's.

Other than the thrones and the carpeting, the room was practically unfurnished. But it looked more like a place of business than a lounge for royalty.

But that wasn't what made me stand in awe at the sight of the room. It's the feeling that I had set foot in this room before.

Suddenly, I felt another presence appear in the room, and I turned around immediately. There, standing just a few feet away from me, was Hades.

I noticed he was dressed in black attire, and his clothes looked like it belonged in a completely different era and looked very Grecian. That was what probed me to look down at my own body, and I was completely surprised to see myself donning a really beautiful long and flowing lilac silk dress. It felt heavenly against my skin, and I turned to examine every angle, hearing the rustling of my skirt with each movement.

When I looked back up, I saw him approaching me. I didn't hesitate to close in the space between us, and I reached out for his hands as he reached out for mine.

As we twined our fingers together, he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed back with all the love I had for him, feeling a tingle of pleasure go through my spine.

He pulled away too fast, and I had mewled in protest. He chuckled under his breath, and he leaned his forehead to rest on mine. As we both stared into each other's eyes, he then murmured, "My queen."

And then I woke up.

I stared right ahead at the ceiling as I adjusted back to reality. The room was still and silent, except for the hushed sounds of me inhaling and exhaling.

I noticed that the light of my night lamp was still on, and that my comforter was drawn up to my chest. And I especially noticed the fact that I was alone on my bed.

I sat up slowly and looked at the clock on the wall. I saw that it was around five-thirty in the morning. I groaned at the fact that I had woken up so early, but was mostly disappointed that Hades wasn't there with me when I woke up.

I decided to go to the kitchen to make myself a warm drink, which I hope could help me go back to sleep. But just as I had peeled off the comforter, I heard a distinct rustling sound. Like the sound of paper.

Curious, I shifted through my comforter for the source of that sound, and immediately found it in the form of a neatly folded piece of paper.

I smiled when I saw what was written on the front.

To my lovely wife.

With delicateness, I took the letter and unfolded it to read what was written in it.

My love, Persephone.

Forgive me for not being able to stay with you until you have awoken, but I had to leave before your mother could find me. It causes me much dismay to say that our relationship is still to be kept a secret from her.

But I would just like to say to you that holding you in my arms tonight have reignited the happiness that I have not felt in fifty years. To feel your warmth, inhale your perfume and admire you beauty as you slept, it was absolute heaven to me. Truly there is none other for me than you, my love. I would always cherish even the tiniest of moments with you.

I long for the day where we would be able to return to our kingdom in the Underworld, and rule side-by-side as king and queen, as husband and wife, with the company of our beautiful children. Maybe then, you would be able to stay with me for as long as you please.

When you have awoken, feel free to call me anytime you feel like it. I swear that I will appear by your side as fast as I can. That is a promise.

My love only belongs to you. Remember that.

Sincerely,

Hades

I felt myself tear up as I read the letter again. I clutched the piece of paper to my heart, smiling to myself in bliss as tears of joy rolled down my cheeks silently.

Indeed I was blessed to have such a wonderful husband. It seemed too good to be true. Like a dream that was entirely impossible to reach. And yet, it was in my grasp. Hades was mine and mine alone, while I in turn was his alone. Our marriage was indeed one of love so pure.

Suddenly, I felt warmth radiating through my hands over the letter and my heart. I looked at it, and saw that a soft golden glow emanated as the letter started to seemingly melt into me.

I gasped in amazement and waited until the letter had fully seeped into me before I pulled my hands away. There was no trace or mark to indicate that the letter had gone into me.

I looked at my hands, which were still glowing golden, in awe. I could feel power beyond anyone's wildest dreams on my fingertips, and I began to realize the possibilities of what I could do with this new found power.

Strangely, when Hades' letter was absorbed into my body, I could feel the love in those words in me. But yet, I could feel more. More of his words of love.

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I then extended out my right hand, palm facing upwards, and concentrated everything in me onto it. I concentrated on his words of love, and how I feel that they were a part of me. I could then feel the tingle of power flowing in my ichor, the feeling getting stronger with each passing second until I feel as though I was entirely consumed by it.

Suddenly, I felt something materializing out of the palm of my hand. I looked at my palm and saw an old-looking yellowed piece of paper lying atop it. But sudden realization told me that it wasn't paper, it was parchment. And what's more, it looked as though it was a thousand years old.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I thought about the fact that I was holding a piece of document that could have been dated back from the times of Ancient Greece, when the mortals still worshipped the great gods and goddesses. The excitement I felt inside was extremely different than the times I bought those other history books on Greek history. This was an even better find!

Carefully, I grasped the parchment with the fingers of both hands, and was surprised to find out that it was still strong despite its very old age. Slowly, I brought it closer to my eyes so that I could read what was written…

But I was then interrupted by an abrupt knocking on my door.

I gasped in shock and the piece of parchment flew out of my hands and onto the floor. I silently cursed and slid off the bed to try and find it, but was suddenly attentive of my mother's urgent voice on the other side.

"Spring? Spring? Are you alright?" Mom asked frantically, her knocking getting faster with each passing second.

I rushed quickly to the door, unlocked it and threw it open. On the other side, my mother stood there, her expression stricken with fear with her whole body quivering.

Seeing her like that made me think of the time she had reacted quite scarily when I told her 'Seamus Trent' had come to our house, looking for her. Thinking about that memory immediately made me realize that she had freaked out because one of her siblings had been close to finding her, and had already found me. But 'Seamus Trent' didn't make an appearance anymore, so I assumed that I was safe.

But now, I didn't know what the reason why she was so freaked out was.

"I'm alright, Mom. Why? Is something wrong?"

She didn't answer. Instead, her eyes travelled from me to my bedroom, looking around the interior as though she was expecting something to appear out of nowhere.

"Mom?" I said again, loudly.

Her olive green eyes darted back to me, and she took a deep breath before saying, "No, nothing is wrong. I just thought I… felt something coming from your room."

It was then I tensed up. Had she felt it? Had she felt the golden aura of my magic? Had she finally come to the realization that I had found out who I really was?

"I'm sure it was nothing," I said nonchalantly, trying hard to fight the anxiety in my voice.

She nodded her head with a small and weary smile on her lips. "I guess you are right," she said. "I think I'll make myself a cup of tea now. Maybe that will help me go back to sleep."

I nodded my head and bade her goodnight before shutting the door just as she had turned away. In a flash, I quickly dropped to the floor, in search of that piece of parchment.

Luckily, as my hand reached underneath my bed, I could feel the dry parchment on the tip of my fingertips. I slowly pulled it out, and saw that it was still intact. After getting up and seating myself back on the bed, I began to read.

Dearest Persephone

Indeed you have stolen my heart, for I feel empty without it in the Underworld. I miss your warmth and your radiance. I miss gazing upon your beauty. I miss your beautiful smile and the gentle laugh. All in all, I miss you. Quite terribly, if I might add.

I apologize that such a life had fallen onto your shoulders. If only your mother had understand that you are now a married woman, and that you must be sent to live with me, your husband. Unfortunately, I cannot fully blame her. I had married you without the knowledge of others, and though I may not be pleased with the outcome of the situation, maybe it is right for Demeter to spend the same amount of time with you as me.

I feel truly happy that you have come to accept me in the end, though I must admit that I still feel remorse for my actions. Maybe I should have taken a different route. One which might not have led to any of this fiasco. But of course, everything we do had been prepared first-hand by the Fates, and it was always for a reason.

My lovely wife, please do remember that when our six months apart have ended, I will be there to greet you back into my kingdom with open arms. I would shower you with my love and gratitude, and the Underworld will celebrate the return of its beloved queen.

Forever you have my love, and I hope that I have yours.

Hades

Again, I felt myself tearing up as my heart swelled with pure love. This must have been the very first love letter between me and Hades, and it was so sweet. I felt that it was right that I had kept it in my heart for all those years, so that it never got lost.

With a smile, I clutched the parchment to my heart and concentrated on the palm of my hands. I felt the tingle of power in my veins immediately pooling into my palms, and I saw the piece of parchment seeping back into my skin, returning to my heart, where it would stay there forever, just like my love for Hades.

I heard footsteps approaching up the stairs and I quickly threw the comforter back on me and pretended to be asleep. With shut eyes, I could hear the door opening slowly and could feel my mother looking at me, checking up on me. I stayed still, trying to maintain my breathing. Luckily, she left a few seconds after.

But then, sleep did take over me, and I fell into the most blissful of sleep, with my love for Hades in my heart.

"Ah! He is about to arrive!" Lachesis exclaimed.

Atropos nodded. "He is on the search for her, as like the rest."

"But unfortunately, he wouldn't find her. The Harvest Goddess will hide her away, out of his sight," Clotho said solemnly.

Lachesis and Atropos shook their heads in dismay. "Why must she be so difficult?" Atropos heaved a heavy sigh.

"It is her nature," Clotho replied simply.

It would have just been another ordinary day at the shop, had I not seen the crowd rushing.

I was just wiping the shop window clean when I saw a crowd of people all rushing in one direction. Curious, I set down the spray bottle of window cleaner and the rag and venture outside.

I stopped a passer-by, a middle-aged woman wearing a business suit. When I had gotten her attention, I asked, "What's going on? Why is everyone running?"

The woman looked very impatient, and replied huffily, "Did you not hear? The CEO of Evans Industries, James Evans, and his wife, Vivian, are here in town." Quickly, she peeled her hand off me and took off walking as fast as her heels could bring her.

At first, I stood in complete shock at hearing that piece of news. And then, I broke out into a run in the same direction as everyone else, thinking about how I was so close to meeting my father, Zeus.