Hades glanced at the flowering plant by his throne, watched as the stem shuddered and from it sprouted a fresh bloom — and from that bloom dropped a piece of rolled parchment. He picked it up and untied the ribbon, placing it carefully in the pocket of his pants. From the letter dropped a sprig of Forget-me-not — Hades read the letter and jumped from his throne, searching for a safe place to plant the clipping. Deciding that right beside his throne, behind the plant Persephone had sent him originally, was the best place, he poked a hole in the dirt and said a silent prayer to whoever chose to listen that the plant would grow. As he filled the small hole and held the clipping upright, it seemed to gain light in the petals and their blue hue shown vivid in the dim room. One blossom, then another, and still another burst forth from the stem, shooting off in all directions until a small bush sat, rooted in the ground.
He smiled, he smiled widely and he laughed and he felt a warmth in his chest glowing, encasing his heart in the heat and the light and his growing love for Persephone.
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Persephone and Hades
FantasyWe all know the myth of how Hades saw Persephone and just had to have her as his wife. In the myth, there is an abduction and other negative things that paint Hades in a horrible way. But, what if the truth of that myth was something beautiful and f...
