Why Are You Helping Me?

**Freya's POV***

After being locked in the cold and dark prison for a few hours, all I could think about was my past and how my parents died. I kept recalling how sad I was, how I cried bitterly and how badly they treated me.

Mere thinking about the past brought hit tests to my eyes. I sat on the cold floor and curled myself like a child. I was in a terrible state and all I thought was that I was never going to see the light of day again. Maybe this is how my end would gradually come.

An hour later, I suddenly heard my name in the dark. This furthermore increased my fears. I buried my head in my arm and cried silently.

“Freya, can you hear me?”

The call of my name only got me more scared. Who could that be, calling me in this dark cell? Has Hades finally come for me, perhaps? I trembled and my lips quivered in fright. I wish I felt this way because I was cold, but that wasn't the case. The reason I'm feeling this way was because I was scared to death. I might have been a courageous