Hades and Persephone a Love Through all Times

Freedom

Free she was free. Persephone didn't know how she had gotten free didn't quite understand the meaning of the word as She ran. The forest moving as if to help her. All she knew was that mother had left and she had tried again to break the vines but this time they had broken.

The power had come from somewhere else, not the earth, nor the vines around her but from forces above and inside her as if her father's genetics had finally kicked up in. She had never felt such raw power within herself until that moment, as the clouds rolled in and the wind filled her ears, the rain coming in a split second to crash through the impenetrable mass of vines and earth. The boulders that had held her flying away in the process.

When the debris had cleared the mountaintop had been sunny and clear as if nothing had ever changed, as if she had escaped the same afternoon she entered.

As soon as Persephone's eyes had adjusted slightly and she was able to take a step without stumbling she was off. Running harder and faster than she ever had before fear and adrenaline coursing through her. She had sprinted across the twin peaks, and down hoping to find the sea or some opening that would help her off the island. After running only a few miles the landscape opened up to reveal a great cliff above the sea coast. The ground hard and sparse, unlike the mossy forest she had just passed. Persephone had stopped as she looked at the gap, the immense sight yawning at her.

The view was incredible, as the sea spread out before her sparkling from the sun. The wind blew about her hair smelling of salt. Persephone stopped on the edge of the cliff starring down into the turning rocky water. If she jumped would she die? Would she be just another soul in His throne room? Persephone swayed as she pondered, knowing that death was not a real option, she had already tried hanging herself but her neck always fixed itself, immortality laughing in her face.

But maybe, just maybe the pain would be better than death, the pain of those sharp rocks, the immobility of thoughts, the rushing water. Persephone leaned into the wind more as she brought her toes to the edge of the cliff. It would be serenity to not have thoughts to not be alone with her thoughts and feelings, instead only feeling the physical pain of what she had mentally been going through. She closed her eyes to the light as she breathed her last breath. In the background of her mind and behind her she could feel the ground shaking as a roar came up behind her. The trees and the mountain all shifting as rocks came thundering down the mountain. Persephone didn't fully register anything though as she jumped the wind in her hair the sky above her and the sea below. Down down down she flew to the abyss.

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The pain was excruciating, it rippled through her back and her legs, breaking and pulling her apart. The feeling of hitting the water had been lost by the rush of pain, as she had been engulfed. Her brain losing all process of thought and function, only focusing on the pain, the smell, and the taste of inchor in her nostrils and her mouth. Was she breathing? She didn't know, all she felt was the beautiful pain.

She didn't know how long she had been underwater, as her mind shifted in and out of consciousness, but at different points, she thought she heard something or someone. She pushed them or it away. Oh, why couldn't they just leave her to her misery and pain? The saltwater only causing more pain to the wounds.

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In the darkness though, there was a voice, a male voice.

"Persephone, Persephone is that you? Are you the one He has been looking for?"

The pain came back as she tried to move, her body giving up again as it passed out.

PERSEPHONE .... the whisper came as if someone was yelling from a great distance away.