Persephone Run

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 -The Beginning-

 I guess now is the time to tell you how it all started, how I ended up on the running from crazed villains and an angry band of gods.

It started when I met Haden, who I'd known very little about. All I knew was that he was "dark" and that I should take caution if he ever came my way. My mother had already made it clear she didn't want her brother anywhere near her and her family. He was bad news, always plotting for something no one knew of. People feared the unknown and that's exactly who he was.

That all changed on the day of oikogeneiakí̱ synkéntro̱si̱ (family gathering) once every hundred or so years everyone in the immortal family tree gathers. It's basically a mandatory get to gather of bitter relatives, and every year Hades would remain absent, which honestly kept adding onto the dislike the major god held toward him. One year, however, he did show up, and that was the year everything changed for better. Well, in my opinion at least. See, I was bored with life, unsatisfied with all my mother's strict rules and restrictions rooted from the fear of losing her only child. One night - and I'll admit it was pretty cliché - I decided I was tired of it and did something I wasn't supposed to do. I met Hades, and let me tell you that it was damn magical. Like any other being, I had been expecting black hell fire and the moans and wails of a thousand dead souls - definitely not some dorky guy with a dark sense of humor who would someday help me truly be me. I remember it like it was yesterday...

 I was primped and prepared, mind, body and soul to go to oikogeneiakí synkéntro̱si to feel the conflict, love, and laughter of my family, but couldn't help the sense of unease twisting in my stomach. I was sweating through my bodice, nervous that they might ask about "it"... the reincarnation. I also really didn't feel like hearing: 

"You look different", or "What happened to your classic Greek beauty?", and especially not "It was so dense of you to go and wake force like that; it nearly killed your mother to put them back where they belong". 

Then I thought about them every night. Mother said that they're just nightmares - not real and gone for good, but I couldn't help but think otherwise. It felt like they were just being held at bay, ready to continue haunting me and seek their revenge. Either that, or I'm just really damn paranoid. It's probably the latter. I pushed aside my stupid paranoia and left for the ball room. This year, the festival was to be held at our home in the wild beautiful forest of California, trees and flowers as big and vibrant as they could be. They were from all over the world and grew naturally, thanks to my mother and me combining our powers of the seasons, harvest, and spring. The house had beautiful floral patterns and bouquets everywhere you looked, and it seemed vibrant yet peaceful, but not enough peace to ease my mind of the anxiety of seeing my family.

  As I arrived at the ball room, the servant opened the doors for me and announced my name with a grand enthusiasm, and all eyes stop to stare at the daughter of Demeter. Even the highest of gods themselves stopped their small chat to stare at their niece and daughter. They sat empowered on the throne, matching the unique powers and personalities of each god and goddess, and then there was me, the girl who accidentally woke the forces of despair and evil.

 : The wraiths. I slowly walked over to the stage in which the thrones sat and kneeled to show loyalty and respect

"Rise my niece" Zeus my notorious man-whore of an uncle states his voice was deep and prideful. "Tonight we celebrate the unity of our family's, and rejuvenate the love and bonds we share" he announced to the room with a slight slur suggesting that he was beginning his annual drunkenness. Since I was knowledge by elders I was free to roam the room, for me to go find a quiet corner in the garden to contemplate my predicament.

The garden was always my sanctuary in time of fright, sadness and duress, but sadly tonight it was filled with immortal fools drunk on godly wine. With no sanctuary to escape to I fled back to the ball room before I was lured into they're drunken glee. As I wondered through the room aimlessly the stares of my "family" were burning into my skull

"She looks so different"

"I wonder if she remembers any of us"

I walked to a more secluded area made of marble pillar, and expensive sheer linens.

"it's truly shameful how the mighty fall" a smug voice said obnixiously. I turned my head to see no other than Calliope my cousin, and one of the prized decedents of Zeus."I mean we taught to fear those above and yet they go and do bullsh** like this and expect respect from us, well forget that, she has no respect from me, and I'm losing some for her mother for not being able to discipline such a pathetic girl. No I will not respect a child." Her voice grew louder as she spoke these words just as my temper.

Now there are a lot of things in Greek mythology that they don't say honestly some of it has been obscured to protect the 'morality' of some gods, Calliope isn't just a rapist but a pure freakin female dog, and I contrary to belief am very ill tempered, my temper is the reason many ( family included) have suffered by my hand, and I do not regret it, but simply wish they would've chosen different path.
   Now I guess my dear cousin will suffer as well. Quickly I raised my hand and brought a vine from the ceiling, silently it snaked down and wrapped around her neck. As it clung to her neck brutally, she reached for her throat trying to rip free. I emerged from the crowed and came face to face with her, smugly I grabbed her face pushing my nails slowly into her cheeks, not drawing blood, but creating welts on her creamy alabaster skin  

"Next time you chose to insult me and my mother you probably shouldn't do it in my domain you awful tramp"

Struggling for breath she wheezed out "what are you offended by the truth? Cousin" my grip weakened for a second, her words were beginning to dig under my skin and like a parasite. "oh did I hit a soft spot?" just as she said  this, she brought a leg up to kick me in the stomach, sending me flying across the ball room into the wall. I got up she made her way toward me and grabbed me by my hair

"next time you want to through a fit make sure it is just, you cannot fight me for stating my opinion, you know what you did was shameful and I will not be beaten in to silence, you pathetic child" her grip tightened then she threw me to the ground, and walked away leaving me to the amused and harsh stares of my family. As I struggled to breath I found the air to sat this

"Do not judge what you do not know" my voice cracked a little taking some of the bravery out of my words but the she turned and look me in the eye

"I know more than you think" she said, there was a glint in her eye not so much evil, but mischievous, and with that she turned away

 That night was awful for the most part when I finally got off the floor and walked away to some lone table by the window things started to cool down but the embarrassment stayed with me. Suddenly

  The doors slammed open in walked this tall figure his features not clear through the black haze that seemed to swarm around him, but as it slowly dispated his features became clear. He was like every greek god astonishingly handsome, but there was something different about him.

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