*Hades's POV*
"Hades?!," the young goddess cried out.
I nodded subtly. "Yes. I am Hades," I answered. The young girl's pinkish cheeks began to turn pale. The expression on her face said "Where am I, and what have you done to me?" She turned around, looking for the door that had crystallized and evaporated minutes earlier. She turned back to me, glaring. "What's the meaning of this?," she asked. The young goddess looked down at her beautiful clothing, and jumped like she had noticed them for the first time. "And what did you do to my clothes?!"
She looked very pretty in them, however. Her strawberry red hair was put up in a curly bun-bun with a couple strands framing her face, and bringing out her doe-eyes and very long eyelashes. She had on a silky cream-colored tank top with three different color roses decorating her left hip; one yellow, one purple, and the other one red. From the waist down, she had on a satiny, maroon skirt that flowed around her knees. She also had on glossy, pinkish-white pointe shoes with long ribbons trailing up her ankles.
"Ah, Shylo," I said. "This is what you always wear. It makes you look very pretty." Shylo jumped. "Shylo?," she squeaked. "My name is Cheyenne, though, isn't it?" I scratched my chin. "Cheyenne, hm?," I mumbled. "That's a peculiar name. It sounds very elegant." Shylo nodded shyly. "Um...thank you, sir...I means Hades," she stuttered. I gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, if you prefer to be called Cheyenne, I will call you that," I said. "In front of Zeus, however, I'll have to call you Shylo. I believe that's what your real name happens to be."
Cheyenne blinked a couple of times. "I can't remember my name being Shylo. Since when was that my name?," she asked. "You're the Goddess of Ballet, now, aren't you?," I said. "That's always what I thought it was, anyways." Cheyenne shuffled her foot so that the box of her pointe shoe made a mark in the ground. "Hades," she whispered. "Where am I anyways?" I sighed. "You're in the country of Greece. In Athens. And in my underworld," I explained. "The constellations told me you'd end up here." And I was happy, I added silently. "You'll be fine, though. I'm here, and I'll make sure you get back where you belong, and..."
Cheyenne cut me off. "Woah, woah, woah!," she cried. "Hades, that's nice of you to want to help. But I barely know you, and I don't want to get in your way of...Underworld stuff. I'll go on my own, if you don't mind."
She started trekk off, her pointe shoes clicking against the stone floor of the cave as I fought the urge to run over to her, and pull her close to me. Suddenly, a stalagmite on the ceiling cracked, and fell to the ground with a thunderous bang. Cheyenne jumped, her warm, brown eyes filling with fear faster than light. She darted back over to me, and buried herself in my chest, squeezing me tightly around the waist. "I change my mind!," she cried, her voice pinched. "Stay with me, Hades!" I smiled shyly, and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't worry," I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."