Author Games: Ragnarok

Task Three Entries: Goddesses

Persephone Pluton

Persephone and the god with the name she could never say had been captured by the mortal police. Queen Persephone had tried every method she could think of to get out of it. She threatened the police, attempted to intimidate them with her sheer cold-hearted majesty, and shouted at the police. She even shouted at Ko'lhamana and Springtime, not that that did any good.

Ko'lhamana simply shrugged and ignored her.

Springtime, of course, burst into tears. Springtime was so upset about the whole situation ("I can't go to jail, Queenie! Do you know what happens to people like me in jail!? I bet you they don't even have any flowers in their courtyard. It's probably just dirt and rocks and sad things and no flowers!") that she had taken control of Persephone's body by the time they reached the prison.

The guards had to carry her to her cell, Ko'lhamana trailing peacefully behind.

Once they locked the door behind her, her wails grew to decibels that shouldn't even be humanly possible. She sat on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling into her lap.

"Springtime, for the love of Hades, shut up!" Queen insisted from within Persephone's mind.

"I-I-I c-ca-an't!" Springtime gasped between sobs. "I-I w-want to g-g-go h-home! I d-don't li-like jail!"

"Well neither do I, but seriously! Will you ever figure out that crying solves nothing? The only way to get home is to get out of here and win the stupid competition!" Queen sighed.

Ko'lhamana was sitting on a cot, humming a familiar pop-song cheerfully.

"Why aren't you c-crying?" Persephone asked him, wiping at her red eyes.

Ko'lhamana shrugged. "They'll let us to eventually."

"But what if they don't?" Persephone fretted, her eyes wide.

Ko'lhamana shrugged again.

Persephone's wails resumed, and when a guard came to tell her to shut up, the normally friendly Springtime took off one of her sandals and threw it at him. It hit his temple and he winced. To her shock, it hurt her too. "Ow?" she muttered in confusion, feeling the sore spot on her head.

"Oh!" Queen Persephone gasped. She was smarter than her Spring side, and she was able to put it together more quickly. "Springtime! Give me control of the body, I can get us out!"

"But I c-can't s-s-stop cryi-ing," Persephone sniffled.

"Please, Springtime! Please!"

"I c-can't! I'm sorry!" Her sobs got louder and more forceful. She could never do anything right. Never, never. Queen was so much better than her.

"Oh, fine then," Queen sighed angrily. "You'll have to do it then. Spring, I need you to summon as big a vine as you can. Use it to knock the guard unconcious and knock the cell door open. You have to do it in one blow. It will knock you out too, but tell Ko'lhamana and he might help. He doesn't seem like a problem, so maybe if we're lucky he won't kill us. Do it now!"

Springtime stood on shaking legs. Breathing heavily with tears still falling, she glanced over her shoulder at the other god. "Carry me please," she said. Before he could ask what she was talking about, she turned her attention back to the guard, raised her arms, and summoned a massive vine. It smashed up through the cement floor with a loud crash, flailing and whipping violently. It collided with the guard, knocking him against the wall, then it slammed down on the cell door.

The guard fell to the ground unconscious, and Persephone did as well.

"Hm. You did alright, Springy." Queen noted.