"You're just flailing it around!"

"What else am I suppose to do with it...?"

Ares groaned and gripped the handle of my sword ripping it from grasp. I quickly retreated my hand towards me, rubbing the sore palms. I looked at the angry god with sad eyes, pondering what I could've done to put the god of war in such a rage. No amount of apologizes will fix whatever grudge he held against me.

"You're a lost cause." Ares sighed; defeated. He tossed the sword aside onto the stone flooring with a loud clank. He turned his back on me with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

I looked towards my feet, I felt helpless. Was I good at anything? All I could do was fix a damned hair pin. How worthless! I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to spew out another apology but nothing came out. All I do is apologize.

I bit my lip and kept my head down, I felt his presences drift off. As I looked up he was walking away. He wasn't supposed to leave me alone, yet I don't think he even cares. He doesn't see me as a threat.

Later

I was sorting mail with Hermes when he spoke up from behind one of the giant piles of letters dividing us, "How's it going over there? You need anymore ink? Post notes?"

"N-no, I'm fine over here." I called back, my soft voices forcing out a yell.

I heard him drop a pile of letters and make his way around the pile towards me, he had his hands firmly placed on his hips with a confused expression.

"Is something wrong?" I asked nervously,

He shook his head and held his hand out for me to grab, "Come on, let's do something else." He suggested.

I didn't hesitate and gripped his hand, letting him pull me up to my feet. I didn't exactly know where he was taking me, but it has to be better than sorting mail. We walked down a marble corridor and it seemed like it lasted an eternity. He was chatty the whole way down talking about his adventures, different types of envelopes, and complaining about literally everything.

"There's literally hardly any fresh water fountains in Olympus-"

"Where are you taking me...?" I asked softly, interrupting his rambling.

He smiled at me and tilted his chin up at me. "Not telling."

I frowned at him in defiance, my small face scrunching up in a non threatening manner. "Why not!" I whined.

"Because. I said so." Hermes Said shrugging.

He enjoyed teasing me didn't he? He liked seeing me desperate and without answers! I grumbled and avoided eye contact with him, crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

He led me to a large green house looking building, I finally observed my surrounding and realized we were in Demeter's territory. The golden hills of wheat glittered in the sun light. The green house was a large grand one adorned with beautiful fountains and flowers. "Woah-wait, why are we here out of all places?" I asked confused.

Hermes didn't answer and opened the glass door of the green house, he held it open urging me forward. I sighed and obliged, I walked through the door and was met with the most beautiful garden I had ever seen. Flowers bursting with every color were dangling from the celling and growing from every corner. It was futile and gleaming with life, it was beautiful.

I spun around taking in my surroundings and absorbing every aroma. "Wow..." I sighed.

Hermes leaned against the glass wall of the green house with a grin, he watched me as I scurried around exploring every corner.

I stopped in my tracks and faced him, "It's beautiful here." I beamed.

"I thought since I couldn't show you earthen places then I'd at least show you this." He explained.

"Since we're here now, can you tell me what this place is?" I asked.

"It's Persephone's garden. She's the goddess of spring, Demeter's only daughter. It was a gift to her from her mother, at least before she left to the Underworld." Said Hermes.

"Why would the goddess of spring go to the underworld?!" I asked confused. From what I've heard the underworld is a dark awful place, only the dead lives there.

"You wouldn't understand." He said shrugging, he pushed himself off the wall and started walking around; browsing the different flowers.

"I might. Tell me anyways." I urged, I held my clasped fist over my chest in admiration.

Hermes chuckled and continued observing the plants, his back turned towards me. "She left because of love." He said, empathizing the word love.

"L-like that stuff Aphrodite has?" I asked ignorantly. I've never been opened up to the idea of love, nor have I heard about it. It was like everyone was more worried about containing me rather than teaching me constructs.

"Sure." Hermes nodded, he rolled his eyes at me.

"What does... what does love feel like?" I asked, I felt a blush creep to my cheeks.

His eyes widened, then his face slowly fell into a smirk. "You're far too young to understand the ethics of love." He teased.

"I may not be thousands of years old, but I'm fully grown. I am no child anymore." I retorted.

Hermes snorted and finally faced me, his eyes scanning me up and down. "Silly one, it has nothing to do with how developed your body is. You have the mental capacity and ignorance of a child."

I felt my chest tighten in anger. I don't know why I felt so angered by this, I never got like this towards anyone. "That's not true!" I spat out. I immediately tightened my lips shut in regret.

I expected him to turn angry, yet he retained the same grin as earlier; maybe even wider than before. "You know what, maybe you're right. Maybe you are a woman." Hermes started, he began stepping closer to me.

I looked at him curiously unaware of his intentions. I was far too sheltered.

"Y-Yes, I am..." I stammered.

He chuckled and placed his finger under my chin, he tilted my head to face his. He towered over me with a wicked grin.

"Should I treat you like a woman then?" He cooed.

I didn't understand what this meant or else I wouldn't have responded the way I did, "Yes." I replied simply.

He bit his lip and slowly trailed his fingers from my chin down my throat and to the top of chest. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin and tingles reach my spine. My body went entirely numb in a wave and a pit grew in my stomach. I didn't know what this feeling was... I didn't like it. I wanted to tell him to stop but I was too shocked to even speak.

In a split second his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me hard against him. I yelped and everything flashed with white.

It was silent except for the faint hum of wind. I still couldn't see anything, my vision was clouded in pure white. Were my eyes shut? Was he still touching me.

I felt nothing. I could see nothing. all I had we're my thoughts. It was as if time stood still.

Until a voice echoed in my head. "Shiva!"

"S-shiva!"

Those words shook me back into reality.

I found myself huddled on the ground, knees against my chest. As my eyes peeled open I gasped. The once beautiful garden was now covered in white. All the flowers dead.

It was cold. So cold.

I faced the voice and saw a familiar face. I tried to scream but only a choke came out, stood before me was a terrified Hermes just as before.

"Shit! Shit!" He groaned to himself.

He saw that I was awake, my eyes staring at his in utter horror. "I-I didn't mean to! I was just teasing. I would never-" he stammered, tripping over his words.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't talk. I just trembled, my eyes glossy. My eyes trailed to my body, my skin was pure white and my hair blew in white wisps, whiter than ever before.

Hermes hurried over to me, he shook me trying to help me regain composure. But I didn't budge. "Come on!" He urged.

I opened my mouth and in a hoarse voice I finally spoke, "y-you called me... s-shiva."

Hermes looked confused and shook his head, "You're confused. Come on. Let's get you out of here!"

He gripped my arms and tossed me onto his back. In a split second, the god of messengers and travel took me home in a flash. As we arrived I crashed into the decorated marble floor, my body trembling and icy. Hera Gasped and shot up from her chair, she rushed to my side. She hissed as she touched my cold body.

"What happened?!" Demanded Hera.

Hermes hesitated and then spoke, "I-I was showing her persephone's garden. She was distressed and just-I can't explain!"

Hera frowned in concentration. She was thinking of an explanation.

Suddenly a pair of heavy footsteps roared from the nearby hall, and in seconds the footsteps arrived at the door. There stood a distressed Zeus. "What's the disturbance-Oh!" He started until his eyes landed on me.

He inches closer, kneeling down next to Hera. "What happened to her?" Asked Zeus, a tinge of anger in his voice.

He placed his hand on my arm and his eyes widened, "That cold, it's all too familiar..." he trailed.

"She just collapsed and everything around her turned to ice!" Explained Hermes,

Hera and Zeus exchanged looks. They had just figured out what I was capable of.