Psyche was standing at the edge of a field, looking at a herd of sheep grazing. The lady stood next to her, gazing at them as well. "Gather wool from these and bring it to me." And she was gone. Psyche stood there. She could feel her former self trying to decide what course of action to take. The sheep were dangerous, she knew that much. This woman did not want her to succeed.The Psyche inside of her tentatively took a step forwards, eyeing the sheep. She jumped back quickly, looking around for the voice. "Wait until dark when they leave, then gather the wool left behind in the bushes." So she did. She sat on the edge of the field for the day, resting. The sadness that former Psyche felt at being separated from her husband was overwhelming, and the guilt at losing him was bearing down heavily on her. Psyche tried to distance herself, but it wasn't working. Something was nagging at the back of her mind, a memory trying to make itself known, but she was becoming too drawn in.
As the night drew on, the sheep fled the field, stampeding through thornbushes that bordered it. Psyche tentatively walked to the bushes, pulling the bits of fleece stuck on the thorns, collecting it into her skirt hem. The goddess reappeared. Seeing the wool in Psyche's unharmed lap, she froze. The earth around them trembled, but she seemed to gather herself together. "I have one more duty for you." They appeared at a large plain wooden door. It swung open slowly into darkness. The goddess commanded, "Fetch me the box of beauty from Persephone. Follow the path and cross the river and she shall be waiting for you." Psyche nodded mutely and walked through the door as it swung shut behind her. It was fairly dark on the path, but there was light coming from somewhere in front of her. She walked for a long while, weary to the bone. She noticed vaguely that she was shaking, and she could feel a rumbling through her. It took her a while, however, to notice that though the rumbling was going through her, it wasn't coming from her. She turned the corner and jumped suddenly backwards at what was before her. Peeking back around, a large three headed dog was chained to a post. A very large dog. But to get to the river, which jumped into view right behind it, she would have to pass the dog. Thoroughly frustrated, Psyche sat down and started to cry. She'd been through so much just to see her husband again, and everyone just seemed to be working against her. She reached into a pocket for something to wipe her face with when her hand brushed against something that hadn't been there before. Sniffling, she pulled out a small bag with three little cakes inside. She thought as hard as her wandering mind would let her, but she could not recall where she had picked it up. Looking at them, she suddenly realized what she was supposed to do.
Walking slowly towards the dogs (dog?), she tossed the cakes at them, waiting until they grabbed them to dart past them to the river. Standing at the river, she watched as a ferryman slowly made his way toward her. Taking off one of her rings, a gift from her father, she handed it to the ferryman silently, paying her way across. A shrouded woman was waiting for her on the other side. She silently handed her a small wooden box. Psyche took the box and turned around. The ferryman took her back across (apparently the ring was still covering for her). She was able to get past the dogs easily, too. They seemed to be napping after their snack. As she neared the entrance she looked down at the box she was carrying. Maybe there was some sort of beauty treatment in the box. If she was going to see Eros again, it might help her. She slowly lifted the lid and peered inside. Somethingblack blasted at her and she choked, dropping the box to the ground. A strange feeling welled up inside her and she started gasping for air, bending over and then falling. The world started swimming and Psyche started to black out. Eros appeared above her, calling out to her, and grasping her hand. "Psyche, stay with me. Don't give up on me now- Psyche, come back to me. I promise you that we'll be together forever- I'll never leave you again, every lifetime, any world- we'll be together. Nothing and nobody will ever part us again, you have my promise. I love you, Psyche." Psyche gasped back awake in her own time, Marcus sitting next to her on the floor. "What did you do? Psyche, tell me what is going on. Please." Psyche looked at him with kind of a growing horror. The words, 'I'll never leave you again, every lifetime..' echoed in her head. "Nothing's wrong, I just need time to think, alright? Leave me alone!" She ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Marcus stared after her for a minute, then left. Psyche paced back and forth in the bathroom, muttering under her breath. "I can't love anyone, I'm seventeen. This is just ridiculous. It was a weird dream, is all it was."