Greek myths

The storyteller 2

"Ouch!". A girl said, her head whipping backward. Persephone couldn't help but notice her. The hair. Her hair was just like Circe's hair, but also someone else's hair. Persephone was sure the sun bounced off the hair's reflection when the girl had run in the sun.

"Stop that," Pandora said. Walking towards the children. It was fun, with the flower crown still on, she looked like a child just like the rest of the kids. The dress on her was flowing, despite it not being any wind at the moment.

Persephone didn't especially like children, in fact, she didn't like most people. Therefore earning the title of "Iron Queen". She liked the sound of it, she wouldn't lie. Then again, she wasn't like that all of the time.

"My queen!", a passing soul came by. The urgency in his voice was pleading. "The court is delayed. Mino is hitting on the dead person again". Persephone rolled her eyes. "Go to him and tell him if he doesn't get his butt back in the chair. I'll tie him to it with roses and poison ivy".

The guy bowed and answered, "right away, my queen". The soul flew away, through the kid making them shiver.

"The next story is about another girl, but it includes a rather known boy" Persephone started. "This girl was beautiful, she had hair to be envious of. She was even called the decent of Aphrodite herself.

The girl? A mere mortal.

The boy? An immortal close to the goddess of beauty.

Let me tell you about one of the few stories that had an ending, that didn't end like Romeo and Juliet. A story that is sweet and full of warmth, but also with a touch of salt.

This story is about Psyche and Eros. A story about true love and hard work".

Pandora sat down carefully listening for what Persephone was going to say next.