The reflection of crystalline water revealed the Goddess's true face. A deep, nostalgic look; eyes that looked for something unknown, inexpressive eyes that missed situations that had never happened. This type of sensation lived within her since she had memory. She missed the freedom she had never had, to do whatever she pleased with whom she chose and whenever she wanted. How can I miss things I have never experienced? She wondered, looking directly at her water's eyes, a strange gaze that sometimes she did not even recognize as hers, that appeared unrelated to her. If people only knew how I feel... She put his hands in the water thus erasing her face. Always alone, alone and blue. I've got no one to share my concern to. No one to care, to call my one… Seems I must always be this. "I guess some people are meant to be alone." She told herself, with a sight. She fiercely wished to change things as easily as with a simple gesture, longing to break free. Without almost thinking about it, she took away her dress and threw herself into the water. She loved swimming in that lake, meditating in the water, immerse her ears and listen to nothing more than the serenity that was breathed beneath the surface; the refreshing feeling the oil infused with water gave to her skin. She wanted to swim far away, merge with the water and disappear to emerge later in a distant place, far away from the suffocating routine in which her life had become.
While the nymphs spoke and played in the water, she enjoyed a moment of peace. She hated the constant chatter of her companions, the false adoration they professed to her, the person who had become because of them; the mask that she had to carry in front of everyone to hide her shouts of asphyxia. A slab that loaded since she was born.
The moment of calm lasted few seconds due to some intelligible voices resounded in her ears. She lifted her head to the surface and looked at the nymphs with a bored look.
"Hey Kore! What are you doing? Come and join us!" A long red-haired nymph said to the Goddess. "Yes, lady, come!" The rest of the nymphs added, smiling right from ear to ear.
Persephone responded with a slight smile. "Thanks, girls, for thinking about me, but I prefer to leave the water and enjoy the splendid sun that the day has given us." She quietly answered back jumping out of the lake and getting dressed.
"Dear Kore…" replied the leader of the nymphs. "…If you change your mind, we are right here." The nymph responded while another submerged her in the water to continue having fun.
She dressed up in her white dress with delicate golden roses and tulips details while her entire body was still wet and fresh. She loved the sensation that the fine silk dress produced clinging to her body, it made her feel like she wasn't wearing anything. If it was for her, she would go most of the time without nothing; she loved the connection she shared with the nature, how she flowed inside her, and clothes had always been for her a barrier between them. However, this attitude had meant many reprimands from her mother when she was a child, the lack of decorum and her childish ways were quickly extinguished for becoming the educated and solemn girl her mother had always wanted.
She stretched out on the floor, fresh green lawns emulated pads, cherry blossoms acclimatized the atmosphere with plenty of smells. Everything at that moment was so idle that the Goddess closed her eyes and breathed deeply, she let that sweet sensation run through her body and allow her to finally slack her muscles and rest completely. Only for a moment…
Many smells travelled through her nose: wild flowers mixed with the smell of mist that the warm wind transported, and some touches that de Goddess of Spring could not distinguish; a touch of vanilla, jessamine maybe? She perceived all the smells that inhabited those places, all the nature movements that were unleashed. She opened her eyes. Could it be that some species of flower resists her storage? Green eyes scanned the strange skies. The sky always showed its best palette of colours, from pale blue to deep black, traveling through an infinite coloured rainbow that only the most capable minds could remember. A pink sky illuminated her face as usual, highlighting even more her remarkable beauty, but a certain darkness threatened to break that dance of colours; attractive and beautiful darkness. That place was as foreign as it was sorrowfully familiar, she had learned to detested that place, like some prison decorated with an immensity of delicacies and distractions, with hundreds and hundreds of meters to run, but with no place to hide.
Suddenly, a slight and subtle touch on her hand made the Goddess's attention to put aside her thoughts and focus on that new presence. A precious butterfly rested on her hand, finely moving its wings. The Goddess had never seen such beauty together; the butterfly had vivid and hypnotized colours, huge orange wings with black circles placed in a heterogeneous manner all around the wings, gold filaments and yellow details at the tips of the wings. The antennas of her new friend caressed her skin as if the butterfly wanted to comfort her. Maybe this new creature could make my day less mundane, she thought hopefully drawing a slow breath.
Without warning, as if someone called it, the butterfly raised the flight and began to fly slowly until it reached a flower and sat on there. Persephone looked at it to see how it reacted to her movements. Calmly, Persephone raised her back a little, supporting all her weight on her elbows. With that movement, the butterfly only made a small movement. Playing an imaginary game, Persephone lifted her body even more, moving her column until she was sitting on the floor, planted as if she were a flower. With this second shot, the insect moved a little, only a few inches further on. What a sad existence of mine, to have to enjoy games with a simple insect. Recalling old times, like when she was a little girl and she liked to pursue butterflies and frogs, the Goddess rose quickly with a feline move. She pulled her up and dragged her along to where her winged friend was standing. The pretty creature, perceiving her fast movement, moved its oranges winds quickly and glided until it found another plant. Persephone slipped a cheerful smile. So, you want to play me, hmm, small thing? Before moving the next card, Persephone looked at her companions to make sure they did not see her going away. Where are they? Have they left without me? How strange... Pers! Do not question good things! And without thinking, she run away chasing her new playmate.
She had always enjoyed running through the hills with bare feet feeling the ground. Running made her felt like the wind, it made her feel powerful, that she was more than she seemed, she was not only a forgotten Goddess that cultivated the earth and turn simple flowers to glorious treasures like everyone thought. She was a nature's force, strong and firm like the thunders and quick and electric like the lightning bolts. At the end, she was daughter of the King of lightning, the greatest god with the permission of his brothers.
As if it was a chase, the butterfly flew faster and faster, always waiting for the Goddess, as if it could not continue without her. With the dress dancing between her legs, Persephone could only take the long silk dress with her hands and run as fast as her dress allowed her. The long fabrics ran through her thighs, leaving her delicate but muscular legs on display, with scabs in her tibia because of the thorny plants and the dirt fixed on her feet.
When Persephone was sure to be able to catch her companion, an unexpected hole on the floor ended with her desire for victory. Persephone fell on a rose bed that calmed down her fall. As if she was a little girl with new shoes, Persephone could not help to laugh to herself. How clumsy you are! Surely even the butterfly has laugh because of your fall! The Goddess raised her eyes to see where her opponent was, but when she lifted her head, the butterfly vanished. Persephone got upset because of the desertion of her new and, as she could see, ephemeral friend. She looked every direction across the field but found no trace of it. Suddenly, a small blow of air made her raise her head to the firmament.
A strange sky hung over the fields; the pink sky had been covered by widespread clouds that merged with it. A ghostly sky that Persephone had never seen. Something had changed in the atmosphere; the wind had ceased and nothing moved in that place. It seemed like time had stopped. Looking to her right, the Goddess suddenly got out of her breath.
A magnificent flower rose in the middle of nowhere, a vibrant flower of crimson and pink touches. It was so beautiful that it could not be described, full of life as if it had just been born, life had not yet succumbed it, full of virtue. Was such the perfection that the flower emit that Persephone wasn't able to do nothing more than approach herself silently towards it, forgetting all the rest, as if her life began there, along with that flower.
Unsure of herself, the girl kneeled before that artwork. I completely ignored that you exist... will I be able to comprehend you and discover how to create more flowers like you? I think it's impossible, such beauty can only be arranged for one being. Persephone almost grinned with what was happening right beside her. That didn't happen every day. In fact, she wasn't sure that that was happening, that her imagination was not playing her a bad trick.
She reached out to touch the flower when, suddenly, as if the flower wanted to protect itself from a stranger's touch, the sky transformed into a black and orange abyss. Thunders roared from the clouds, ending the deep silence, causing her to jump and fall again on the ground. The thrones were like a trumpet that announced the beginning of the end, the farewell symphony of everything she knew. Thousands of lightning lowered from the sky to fall sharply against the ground. The earth began to tremble abruptly causing the Goddess to move quickly while her eyes moved violently trying to understand what was happening. The warmth was fleeting, and the chill of that new scenario seems to seep into her skin.
The Goddess rose as quickly as she could, when suddenly she heard a silvery voice. "Love is coming, Persephone, and you could already say that you start to notice. It's in your hands, is within you when you hopelessly wonder about your future. And you recognize an ancient force. And without discussion you will surrender. And you will drill down its corners to reveal the power that is hidden there." Blinking, her head turned quickly, large green eyes meeting her destiny.
The unknown voice came from a huge hole opened in front of her. A golden carriage dragged by four imposing and precious black horses went out of that breach, making the Goddess to run out of breath. Trying not to get hypnotized by those majestic creatures, Persephone turned her eyes towards the carriage. A rush of wind breezed her skin and the light behind her eyelids grew dark. Her pale lips moved.
A tall, muscular man was driving the chariot, dressed in black armour with red and golden details on his arms, dark trousers with heavy boots. Bright blue crystalline eyes, like the waters of her favourite lake shimmering on a summer day, meet her eyes. She wasn't able to stop looking to those deep eyes, her heart was beating like a wild drum within her fragile chest, vibrating in her ears. A fierce blue gaze was demanding her, and she wasn't capable to break the eye contact. A jolt was running along Persephone's spine and spurring her to move before she even realized why. Her legs began to walk towards the black horses, sirens were singing to her, his voice chiming through her head.
The Goddess of Spring stopped, standing like a pillar before the carriage. She was in a lethargic state, living a dream she could not control. Eyes closed tight, she surrendered at her fate. Inexorably, she felt how a strong arm grabbed her waist. In an innate way, the Goddess extended her arms around the man's neck holding him for not falling into the void. The last thing Persephone saw was the determination on those blue eyes. And cold, and darkness.
Notes:
I really enjoyed writing the abduction part! Hope you like it! "Hades is coming, Persephone!" :3
