One

The grey, almost black sky covered the beautiful field of lush looking flowers. The wind carrying the perfumed scent along. It was wild and beautiful and carried the scent of roses and tulips and wild berries plucked fresh out of the green trees.

It was warm and innocent and and a lively atmosphere, full of naivety and heart's desires.

Out there was a young beautiful girl, hopping along in her long skirt made from the finest of silk fabric that was the utmost soft to the touch--almost like velvety rose petals. Her dark long hair braided with flowers hung over her delicate, ivory skinned shoulders, begging to be admired.

She went on collecting the tiny

daisies

and

tulips

and roses

in

her

hands, all until they were full and she couldn't carry anymore. She

was

happy. Ecstatic. Warm and content.  She'd

always

been

happy

around mother nature and her range of beauty starting from the delicate flowers in her hands and the huge, looming trees that stood all around her like a big, protective shield.

And then there were these green luscious fields sprinkled with scatters of rainbows all around. Flowers--they brought her such joy, she couldn't quite explain.

Too

bad

her

friends

weren't

here. They were busy trying to attract the boys behind that old wooden shed, just like the true nymphs and dryads they were. They

would've

loved

this

place

as

much

as her, she was sure of it,

since

they

adored

nature

and flowers as

much

as

she

did. She wondered for a moment if she should've brought one of those handwoven baskets with her, ones her mother loved carrying around, and so that way she could've carried a hundred flowers and shown her dear friends the beauty of them as well.

But alas, she hadn't.

Her friends weren't here.

But everything

was still perfect. The wide grin

on

her pink, supple lips

said

so.

Although, she

didn't

know

about

the dark, brooding

man

looking

at

her from afar. Judging

every hop and every lively

step

of

hers. Noting

down

every

movement, every

detail

of

hers. The way her skirt swished around her pale ankles, the way her eyes casted around the darkest of rich-colored flowers, the way her soft, beautiful smile only seemed to grow and grow and grow.

His

dark

black –almost

charcoal

colored eyes– the shade of darkness and the shade of impending doom,

darkened

even further

as

he

saw

her nearing

the

specific

flower. The

flower

he

had placed there for her, especially for her, grown

for

her within the rich soil there. The

flower

he

knew

she'd stop near and pick

up

from

the

earthy soil.

Not

surprisingly enough, the

girl

stopped

and

stared

at

the

breathtaking red flower

in front

of

her, all so suddenly struck with awe because she had never seen something so beautiful before. It wasn't a rose, the red was rich and deep and unique and the petals were like silk and stars and moonlight. It

was

uniquely

different

from

the

others. Not

a

rose

or

a

poppy. It

was

strange. And

so much beautiful

at

the

same

time.

Her

fingertips

touched

it's

petals

almost gingerly, almost as if afraid. it looked to be as if she afraid, but she wasn't. She felt the opposite, enchanted and entranced by such a small piece of beauty. As

if

it

was

something

fragile

and

she

didn't

want

to

break

it.

The

mysterious, dark

man

watched

her from within the shadows that hid him,

as

a

beautiful

smile

lit

her

face. Something

felt

alive

inside

him, something that had never felt alive,

when

he

watched

that

girl. He

had

never

expected

to

feel

alive. He wasn't meant to be alive, feel alive. No, he was meant to be the dark, in the dark, dead and near death

No, it

has

always

been

dead

surroundings

for

him. He

was

used

to

the

dead

around

him.

But

this

girl, she

was

so

different. She was the fresh rays of sun and the light of the newly living. She was a cool breeze and a way out of the dark shadows.

She

placed

her

fingers

around

the

slim

stem

and

plucked

it

out.

Unfortunately, she

didn't

know

what

was

to

happen

after

that. In

mere

seconds, in just a blink of an eye, the

ground

erupted

from

beneath

her. A

small

hole

turned

into

a

big, black

chasm sucking everything and everyone into it.

Unfortunately enough, that included her too.

Before

she

could've

even

let

out

a

scream, she

was

pulled

inside.

To

him.

To

the

Underworld.

Hades and Persephone.

That was how Hades kidnapped Persephone, the goddess of spring. The famous myth that almost everyone knows. Truly scary at first but it was all out of love, right?

Right.

However, what Hades did was wrong. Like some people say, there had been consequences for his actions. Deadly consequences.

But this was just a legend. Something people really didn't believe in. And why would they?

Places like Underworld surely did not exist. Hades did not exist. Neither did Persephone. Nobody knew where a person went after dying. Some believed in afterlife, some didn't.

After all, there couldn't be just one person controlling all the dead souls out there. Lord of the Dead. He could not exist.

Everyone believed that this was just a story. I believed the same. However, my sweet grandma did not. Which, to be honest, was just because of her old age. That was what my parents told me.

And I was completely fine with that. Really, I was.

But then something happened. And I died.

And

I

found

out

how

wrong

I

actually

was.