Author's Note (IMPORTANT):

I just want to inform everyone that I had made a slight change to Chapter 23 (Questions and Answers).

In the part where I described Hades and Persephone's children, I mentioned Melinoe to have a lighter shade of Hades' hair and eye colour, while Zagreus had blackish-brown hair and black eyes flecked with amber. I have decided to swap their appearances, so now Melinoe is the one with blackish-brown hair and black-amber eyes while Zagreus is the one with lighter black hair and eyes. I've decided that I wanted Macaria to look like a little Persephone, Melinoe to look kind of like both Hades and Persephone and Zagreus to look like a little Hades.

That is all. Now on to the story.

I didn't know where exactly to go, so I just followed where everyone else was heading to catch sight of the famous billionaires, James and Vivian Evans.

Or in my case, the famous and ancient King and Queen of the Greek gods, Zeus and Hera.

I have heard of 'James Evans' a lot of times. He was the famous CEO of the successful Evans Industries. He had always made it into Time magazine's Top Ten Rich People list each year. But of course, nearly everyone famous had scandals. And now, after realizing that his true identity was Zeus, it didn't surprise me to know that his scandals were all about adultery.

'Vivian Evans' was the socialite wife of 'James'. Her real occupation was being a marriage counsellor, which a lot of people, including me at first, found to be strange to think that she would be helping to save other couple's marriages while hers was really on the rocks and damaged beyond repairs. But I guess that showed that she was truly Hera. However, I wondered if she still had the fiery temper that she was ever famous for?

Finally, after following the huge crowd of people, I found myself near Town Hall. From a distance, I could see a black limousine parked on the road alongside the walkway to the old hall where the residents of Heatherton would sometimes gather for announcements from the town council or for get-togethers.

I pushed my way past the still-growing crowd when I saw two figures walking towards the limousine from the town hall, accompanied by two beefy-looking bodyguards dressed in black and wearing sunglasses.

There was a woman that was tall and had an hourglass figure. Her hair was a stunning shade of reddish-mahogany that reached her waist and was well-permed, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were a light shade of shining brown; the colour immediately reminded me of honey. She had skin that was in the same shade as mine; the colour of peaches.

Hera was beautiful, and she looked so regal with an air of power that I could feel crawling onto my skin. The title of Queen of the Gods suited her perfectly.

The man beside Hera was taller than her by a head. He was very muscular, his figure shown even in the navy blue business suit he was wearing. He had shoulder-length blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail that hung from the end of his hairline at the nape of his neck. He had a slight moustache and stubble growing, but from afar he looked as though he had no facial hair on his peach-toned face. His eyes were a piercing grey that made him seem so intimidating and powerful, as though he ruled over a kingdom with an iron fist.

So that was Zeus. King of the Gods. God of Thunder. My father.

I watched among the crowds as he waved and blew kisses with a really big smile. That was a trait of 'James Evan'. He loved attention and will cherish it every chance he gets. Beside him, Hera rolled her honey-coloured eyes in annoyance and pursed his lips.

I really couldn't believe that I was so close, yet still so far away from them. I shouted at the top of my voice to try and get their attentions, but my voice was drowned out by the screams of others.

I knew I had to get to them no matter what. I couldn't let this chance slip by me so easily.

Using my goddess strength that I had learned to tame, I pushed the people in front of me to the sides, and they could have fallen on their faces if the people beside them had not caught them immediately.

I continued to push down a few more people, creating an easy walkway for me. Finally, I found myself at the head of the crowd, where I was then blocked by one of the sunglasses-wearing and beefy bodyguards.

"Sorry, miss. No one is allowed near Mr and Mrs Evans," he said to me almost threateningly.

"No! No! You have to let me go through!" I shouted at him so that he could hear me over the screams of the crowd. "I have something important for them!"

Suddenly, one of his hands clamped on my shoulder and he pushed me back into the crowd roughly. Even through the dark lens of his sunglasses which reflected my image, I could feel his glare boring into me.

"I ain't kidding when I said no one's allowed near them, miss," he said, still in his threatening voice. "And I don't like to be shouted at. So back off, before you start to make things even worse."

I could feel rage burning inside me when I was refused a second time. I was already too desperate to see Zeus and Hera, and the desperation multiplied tenfold when I saw a smartly-dressed chauffeur opening the car door for both of them. I knew then I had no more time to waste, and I had to think of something fast.

Impulsively, I planted both my hands on the bodyguard's chest. His expression was one of outrage at my touch, and he nearly could have shouted at me to get my hands off him if he hadn't been thrown off onto the road just several feet from where I was.

Everyone stopped their cheering immediately when they witnessed the bodyguard being thrown off by me. Even Zeus, who was about to enter the limousine after Hera, had noticed it, as he was staring at the sight of the bodyguard on the ground moaning in slight pain. But then, his grey eyes darted to me when I walked up to him with big strides.

His eyes were then ridden in shock and his mouth had gaped open as I stood silently before him. As I looked into his grey eyes, I said in a low murmur, "Lord Zeus."

Zeus was at loss for words and he continued to look down at me in shock. As I kept my gaze on him, I heard a beautiful voice say from the inside of the limousine, "James, dear? What's wrong?"

And then her honey eyes set upon me, and the same shock that was in Zeus' eyes had spread to her. Her expression remained the same when I murmured in the same low volume of speaking, "Lady Hera."

I was aware of the fact that everyone's eyes were on us; waiting, watching, wondering what the quiet and reserved daughter of the town florist was doing or was about to do with two of the richest people in existence. They couldn't hear what I had just called them, and that was a good thing.

My lips parted to say something to the both of them, but then I was suddenly being gripped on my wrists by huge and strong, sinewy hands and was being forcefully pulled back. I yelped in shock, and whipped my head to the side to see the other beefy bodyguard hauling me further and further away from Zeus and Hera.

"Let me go!" I shouted at the top of my voice as I struggled violently to be loose from the brute's hold. "Let me go!"

I felt his grip tighten, and I gave a short cry of pain.

"Sorry, boss," the bodyguard said to Zeus, who stood as still as a statue and was watching the whole scene. "I don't know how this wacko managed to get past Harold. We'll take care of her right away."

I grimaced and snarled at the bodyguard like a wild animal whose safety is being threatened.

If they even lay a finger on me, I swear I'll….

"Hands off her, Marco," I hear someone in front of me say in a warning tone. "Let go."

I looked back at Zeus, and saw him approaching me with one hand extended out, as though he was waiting for the bodyguard to give me to him. But no, the bodyguard only looked at Zeus in confusion, while making sure that I stayed in place.

"I'm sorry, sir," he mumbled roughly under his breath. "But she forced herself past security to get to you and Ms Vivian. That's considered a crime in our books. We'll deal with her right away."

Suddenly, in a flash, Zeus' hand gripped on Marco's wrist and he immediately squeezed it. Marco yelled out a sudden and sharp cry of pain and his hand immediately let go of mine. The hand that held my other wrist captive too let go, and I was glad that both my wrists were free from the 'manacles'.

"When I tell you to let go, let go. I don't pay you to not heed my orders," Zeus seethed angrily at Marco, who was gently massaging his squeezed wrist, which had now turned red.

I couldn't help it, but hearing him say that to the bodyguard then let me have a glimpse of the king he used to be. The only problem was that he was not made to wear a business suit, regardless of how attractive others say he looked in it. Instead, he should be donning the finest silk fabric that could only be worn by gods and goddesses.

"Sorry, boss," Marco mumbled under his breath as he took a few steps back and away from Zeus and I. I only gazed upon him for a short while before I hear Zeus say, "Get in the limo."

And quickly I did, scurrying away and into the limo. I ignored the chauffeur holding the door and literally threw myself inside, making contact with a soft row of adjoining seats.

When I sat up, I saw Hera sitting on the row across from me, still looking at me with shock in her eyes. I straightened myself out quickly and bowed my head slightly, because I felt that it was the correct thing to do at the moment.

"Queen Hera," I greeted.

The look of shock in her eyes disappeared slightly and she gave a small nod in return. "Persephone," she said. "Truly it has been too long."

"Indeed it has," I said in return. "Fifty years."

Just then, Zeus got into the car and the chauffeur outside shut the door for him before he made his way to the driver's seat. Inside the fancy limousine which even had a mini-bar, I shifted nervously in my seat as I twiddled with my thumbs, just as the chauffeur began to drive off from the large crowd.

Zeus opened the mini-bar to get a bottle of water. Silently, he handed it to me.

"Thank you," I whispered, taking the bottle away from him and grasping it in my hand.

"How have you been, Persephone?" Zeus asked, eyeing me curiously. "Everyone was always on the lookout for you and your mother could be hiding. After fifty years, thank Olympus that we found you here. So how are you?"

I bit my lip as I thought of how to present my answer. Despite the fact that I had seen him a lot of times in the very distant past, I had a nagging feeling to present a good image of myself to the both of them.

"I honestly do not know, Lord Zeus," I told him solemnly. "I do not know what had happened in the past. My mother had fed me the waters of the river Lethe so that I don't remember anything, and created images of false memories to make me believe that I was a mortal my entire life."

Hera's eyebrow quirked up. "And how did you know of this?" she asked.

Without hesitation, I replied, "Hades told me."

A small smile appeared on Zeus' lips. "Ah, Hades. So your husband had finally succeeded in finding you?"

Returning the smile, I said, "Indeed he had. And I am glad for that. Had he not help me regain my memories, I would have remained lost and clueless of my true heritage and immortality."

"After fifty years…" I heard him say under his breath. And then he asked me, "Tell me, has he told you of anything yet?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.

For some reason, there seemed to be hesitation in his eyes. Hera nudged him gently with her elbow, expecting him to say something. He pursed his lips and contemplated his thoughts before he finally asked, "How long have you known your true identity?"

"Just two nights ago," I answered. "I am still in the process of remembering some things."

"Ah," he nodded thoughtfully. "Have you met any other gods or goddesses before this?"

I nodded. "Yes. Poseidon and Athena."

"Athena?" Hera inquired. "When did you meet her?"

"Just yesterday," I said. "She also explained to me the theory of how my mother had managed to steal my memories, and told me to be ready for something."

And suddenly, I remembered that on question that I had wanted to ask from Hades but had forgotten.

"Lord Zeus? Lady Hera?"

"Yes, Persephone?" Zeus replied.

I bit my lip and played with the bottle of water in my hands, thinking to myself whether asking this would be a good idea or not. But I knew that if I did not ask, I would be thinking about it to no end.

"Athena informed me that Hades and I 'must leave before it is too late'. Do you know of anything that will happen in the near future?"

Both Hera and Zeus' eyes widened slightly and they both looked at each other for an answer. But it was clear on their faces that none of them did have an answer.

Turning back to me, Zeus sighed, "I myself do not know, Persephone. And neither does Hera. So we are unable to answer that question."

I sighed to myself in dismay. Great. Just when I thought I could finally have answers, this had to happen. Guess I'll be curious about something for a while.

Suddenly, the limousine stopped and Zeus then said to me, "I am truly sorry to say that you must leave now, Persephone. I am on the way to meet Hades but I would be unable to bring you."

I felt my eyebrows furrow even more. "Why? He is my husband. What is his business is also mine."

Zeus sighed, and said remorsefully, "I understand that you worry for him, but the matter is between us as brothers, including Poseidon, and it is highly confidential."

I wanted to protest, to try and convince him to let me go with him. Anything to see Hades. I would feel safer and stable in his arms right now.

But a look from Hera silenced me. This look was as though she was telling me to stand down, to just accept the circumstances and go as I had been asked.

"You wouldn't want your mother to start worrying, would you?" she asked me gently.

Oh yes. My mother. I nearly forgot.

With a heavy sigh, I nodded and scooted myself on the seat, going closer to the door. "Goodbye and thank you for your time, Lord Zeus and Lady Hera. I do hope to see the both of you soon."

The both of them smiled at me, and Zeus bade me goodbye as I exited the limousine. I attracted a lot of stares from passer-bys, but I ignored them. After I had shut the door, I watched the limousine drive off before disappearing as it turned around a corner.

Zeus had relaxed in his seat, staring up at the ceiling of his limousine. Beside him, Hera was holding an opened can of energy drink, feeding him a few sips.

"I can't believe she doesn't know," she said to him with a slight frown on her face. "It would soon be time, and she is not prepared for it. Demeter doesn't seem to be worried about it either."

Zeus sighed in frustration as he rubbed his fingers to his temples. "That can only mean one thing, my queen. Demeter has no intention to rejoin us, and she would not allow Persephone to do so either."

"That is insane!" Hera exclaimed in disbelief. "She would rather die with the mortals than return to glory?"

Zeus shrugged his shoulders and asked for another sip of the energy drink. Hera brought the can to his lips and tipped it so that the drink would flow into his mouth.

After he pulled away, he then said, "If it means separating Hades from Persephone, then yes, she would."