Song Of Persephone Novels & Stories

Her legs seemed to be controlled by some invisible magic and she continued to walk up the wooden steps, getting closer to the sound of the piano growing louder and louder. The sound of the piano seemed to bring her into the dreamland of a fairyland, filled with birdsong, sunlight, and a forest of sunflowers leaning over to welcome the warm dawn. Through the half-closed door, Thi San saw the thin figure of the young man who was engrossed in the piano keys. That melodious music brightens up the quiet night and temporarily soothes the sadness hidden in the sobbing and hurtful soul of the girl. That gentle sound made her feel less nostalgic for her hometown, where her mother was forever lying in

Persephone winked “Guys I wrote the letter already” Seraphina confessed and Persephone g@sped She couldn’t bring herself to confess to Jove so she wrote him a letter “I hope it gets to him,,I didn’t add my name though,,but since I wrote it,,I feel so happy” Seraohina smiled “I can’t wait to get out of this place,honestly” Persephone said “In a month girl,in a month we will be free” Seraphina said

“I’m really glad you picked me.” In the dream, the sun was always setting, bathing her in a warm, honey-like glow. She seemed delicate yet so strong in his embrace. “Zeke... I love the way your name sounds when I say it like this. I must be special since I’m the only one who calls you this way.” She had leaned closer, her hair carrying a scent of vanilla mixed with sweets. He felt like a protector, a hero, completely unaware that he was just an onlooker to her downfall.

Persephone said direly, glaring at the distorted hands trying to attack them but she dogged them with ease. With a nod, they moved back, tracing the tip of her sword on the ground, Persephone walked forward slowly, flames surrounding her with immense power. The hands which tried to come near her were unable to reach her by the intensity of her flames. She was dead serious, wanting to redeem her deed of discarding Juniper’s worth but not anymore. “Chattel one yearns to tame. Harbinger of flames lives upon my name.” Raising her sword gradually from the ground, she held it with both of her hands.

Se was fighting against an indestructible force. This was not right, she had to think about something, and quickly, her dream of being near to her dear king and amassing immense power together, could vanish in a second. No, she would be Persephone, no one else, “ARGGGGGGG!” With a deafening cry, Rodeath charged forward, asking her ancestors for more strength.

“Hades is... dead. He’s not coming back.” Persephone looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Yeah, he’s ‘dead,’” she says, making air quotes. “But not dead-dead.” “Okay, you’re gonna have to explain that one.” She sits up straighter and reaches for a spoonful of pomegranate seeds. My heart eases just a bit seeing her eat—it’s the first time in days. Sure, she’s a goddess, and technically doesn’t need food, but not eating saps our energy. The more mundane things—eating, drinking, sleeping—they conserve power.

“I have juicy news.” “Hades is at the back. He sensed you two minutes ago.” Dionysus emerged from the hug and gave the basket to Persephone. “Apples and watermelons like what you like.” Persephone inspected the basket, squealing way too loud. “And grapes.” She lifted her head, quite amused. “That’s for me. You can literally eat anything but my grapes.” “Thank you so much.” Persephone left the door open and walked in.

“Where have I heard that name from?” “Persephone is the Goddess of Spring and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter's daughter.” She hands Carmine Chickpea. “You know Idris is correct about incest. After all, Demeter is his sister. Persephone is also married to her uncle Hades or Pluto whatever name you prefer to call him. And has a son named Zagareus and a daughter named Melinoe with him.” Wisdom doesn’t stop walking. Carmine stares at Wisdom wondering how she knows all of this about the Greek Gods. Then he chalked it up as she must have studied it in school.

I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue. “Let me tell you a story,” she begins. “A long time ago, there was a Fae—an arrogant Fae, might I add. Even after the walls of Eris had fallen, he kept praying amidst the bloodshed of his people. He cried. Fasted. Even cut himself. He was later taken captive by the people of Selenium and placed on a cross to bleed to death. Even in the face of death, he never lost faith in your goddess. Do you know what his last words were?” She lets the question hang in the air before answering it herself.

"One day, when Persephone the young goddess was gathering flowers by the stream, Hades the brother of Zeus and god of the underworld abducts her. Zeus and Demeter kept asking for her. Reluctant to release her, he forces Persephone to eat a pomegranate seed, the food of the dead" the other female voice continued. "We always believe she would come back but we didn't know who she would come back as. We only knew she was going to come back as someone we least expect" my said guardian continued. "And is that where my powers come from?" I asked