A bright and an unclouded sky clutched the earth where she rested seated on a stone, a flood of rays covered her bronzed skin. The refreshing wind ran over her entire body, stroking her naked knees and causing her dress to fit even more to her slight figure. Her blond hair danced at the rhythm of the wind. The Goddess of spring felt the earth beneath her feet; she felt how each plant breathed into the same compass as her lungs, the speed the leaves fell from the trees to the grass, how the roots of the trees were stepped below her.
The cold stone within the field not served to produce any new sensation to her soft skin. Will I always feel the same? She hopesly wondered. This simple stone where I sat will always produce me the same comfort? Will these trees always cast the same shadow? These flowers will always wear the same smell? Persephone couldn't do more than wish that the next day would be different, although she was sure it would not be so.
Persephone always followed the same ritual; she walked through the vast fields of her home with three or four nymphs chosen carefully for her possessive mother, who more than her friends were her guardians, shadows beside her rather than her trustful confidants. They collected together all kinds of flowers until they grown tired and after many intentions to get rid of them, she was able to find an excuse to stay alone and be able to enjoy, even if it was one brief moment of time, her solitude. And today was not an exception.
Planted on her stone, Persephone studied the scene before her. She knew that place like the palm of her hand; she knew how the river moved, the intensity of the water flowing down the waterfall, how the current impacted on each rock. However, the river was not the usual one, something had altered its state. It was not calm as always; its water ran wild and fierce.
"Is it you?" She asked in the air like she was waiting for an answer. "Are you who escort me, loneliness? Where are you hiding? Now as I breathe I can sense you, buried in my soul. Somewhere inside, hiding. You're always there..."
Had the Goddess only know that, at that very moment, her questions could have been answered by her invisible companion, she would not have felt so lonely.
Notes:
Hey there! This is my first fanfiction! Awww so nervous! Hope you enjoy it! Here's a very brief prologue to get ready... have you noticed the phantom of the opera inspiration here? couldn't resist it!
English is not my natural tongue so apologies in advance for all the mistakes you can notice..