Author's note: Sorry for not updating quickly. I was looking for inspiration (LOL). Anyways, reviews mean SO MUCH to me, and when I said I was looking for inspiration, I meant I was looking for reviews. :) So it'd be so good if reviews always came. The more, the merrier, and the quicker the updates! :D tee-hee.

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Since that day, the day when she and her oceanid friends talked about men, Persephone's mind started to wander. She did certainly want to become normal, even a little bit, and she was getting tired of her mother's constant bickering and bad methods of keeping her.

"I do not want to play with nymphs all my life. I want something profound…" she tells herself.

She got up from where she was sitting, removed the dirt from her dress and the petals on her hair. She graced away from the fields and was going home, it was almost night time. While she was strolling, she was thinking of what she would do with her immortal life. She wanted to be significant, and not just another pretty face. She was thinking of travelling the world and going on adventures, writing literature, or maybe doing something that was not done yet, so she would be a pioneer and be recognized by men and gods alike.

The crickets were heard, the sun was already a deep crimson, and fireflies were slowly appearing. A few minutes more and Persephone would be at her house, well… her mother's house, to be exact. She was humming to herself when she heard noises in the trees. It was a sort of rattling of twigs and dried leaves. She stops.

"Who is there?" she asks, not expecting an answer.

After a few seconds… nothing. And she goes on with her walking.

Wait. I heard breathing.

"Who is there?" she asks, more seriously.

Maybe I'm just imagining things. Oh well.

And she goes on.

The fireflies followed Persephone on her way to her house. Their abode was behind fruit bearing trees like mangoes and apples, and flowering bushes. It was made of wood and concrete, its roof was terracotta and the walls had various vines like Morning Glory and vegetables were on the garden. It was small, humble but beautiful.

"Kore? My dear Kore? Is that you?" Demeter asked from the window.

"Yes, mother." Persephone quickly appeared at the door of their house, looking all neat.

Demeter quickly approached her carrying a spoon which contained, what seemed to be, their supper.

"Did you bring the fruits that I told you to pick at the fields?" Demeter asks while she quickly tastes the soup from the spoon.

There was a slight pause and Persephone's mind seemed to wander somewhere else that she did not bother to listen to her mother. She was looking outside through the window, outside the shadowy forest. Her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"Persephone?" Demeter asks louder.

"wai… what?"

"The fruits please?" her mother was now slightly annoyed and Persephone could see it in her face.

"What fruits?" Kore asks, confused.

Demeter hid her face of annoyance, quickly put the spoon down and crossed her arms.

"I told you earlier this morning to pick some fruits!" her mother's face was growing redder. "And you wish to be treated like an adult yet you act like a child! You cannot even accomplish a simple task!"

"How can picking fruits help me to be a mature person? A true woman? A true goddess?"

"you… child! Do not raise your voice with me!" Demeter went to the kitchen, held her hand out on the fire and made it stop. "Go to your room, change your dress, we will soon be having our supper. You would not want to lose your glow, so hurry."

Persephone sighed. She did not have a choice in the matter, so it would be best to just obey her mother. Maybe it was her fault that she forgot about the chores that she was supposed to do, so she dared not justify her actions. She slipped a bit and now her mother thinks more of her as a child rather than a woman. She would just have to prove herself.

Persephone went down and heads to their dining room. Everything was prepared. She saw her mother sitting with her head down and a vacant expression on her face.

"sit down now, Kore. Let us eat." Demeter said.

"Mother, I want to ask something…" Persephone says, as she sat down.

"hmm?"

"uhmm.." she blushed while trying to speak and simultaneously get some soup. "wha-what is love?"

Demeter was surprised by the question, she dropped her fork but quickly gained composure. She looks at her daughter sternly, looking at her directly at her eyes, thinking if it was just a practical joke her daughter is making.

"It is a useless feeling, Kore. Don't intertwine your heart with it." She said blankly.

"But, but you once told me when I was just a child…" Persephone falters obvious disappointment in her voice. "when I asked how children are formed, you said.. 'through love', and now, you are contradicting your statements! Now I am formed because of a useless feeling?"

"No! No! my daughter, do not misunderstand me!" panic was in Demeter's voice. "I did think for once that your father loved me… but obviously it was just to achieve his malicious desires."

"oh…"

"My dear daughter, there are many forms of love, what I experienced isn't considered one. It was for me, at least… but not for him." She spats. "But you! Oh, you are the one true love that I had. And I will not give you to anyone!" She smiles at Persephone.

At that time, Persephone was speechless. She wanted to comfort her mother from all the pains that she has been through, but then, imprisoning her was just despicable for Persephone. She wished her mother was not so desperate for love.

"I am sorry mother, I do not feel hungry anymore. I… I'll go to my chambers and sleep now." I am not the one to give her the love she needs, I… I also desire freedom. "Mother, do not tie me up in your own little world. I am not the one who will suit your desire."