The Death of Flowers

In the Underworld

     Once they were under the ground, and the hole had closed, Persephone gasped, let go of his arm, and pushed herself away from him.

     "Let me go back." she said calmly.

     "I cannot."

     "Please..." she begged. He ignored her as the chariot came to a stop. He hopped out, and went to help her. "I don't need your help." she spat. She hopped down and wiped her face.

     "Come on." he said. Hades grabbed her hand and brought her to a room. "This were you will stay." He walked her into the room and left. She then threw herself onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.

     Demeter walked into her home. "Persephone, I'm home." she called. There was no answer. "She's probably still out with her friends." she whispered as she walked to her room. She sat on the bed and looked out of the window. She was worried, Persephone was never home late.

     The sun had set and Demeter hurried outside. "Persephone!" she shouted. "Persephone!" Demeter searched everyplace Persephone could be, but she could not find her daughter. Finally, she ran to the last place she could think of –across the river. She searched through the forest beyond the river, asking the trees if they had seen her little girl. None of them would answer her, so Demeter became distressed and started back.

     As she was walking back she came to a root in the ground. She saw a piece of fabric caught in it. Demeter stooped down to examine it closely, it was from one of Persephone's dresses. "No!" she screamed. She fell to the ground and sobbed. As her tears hit the ground, the earth turned cold and the first snow started.

     Persephone rubbed her eyes and got up. She stalked over to the mirror in her room. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She walked to the bathroom and found a tub full of water. Then she dipped her fingers in –it was warm. She quickly undressed and lowered herself into the bath.

     The water came to her shoulders and was nice and warm; she cupped her hands and scooped some water up to wet her face. It was refreshing and felt nice on her tired eyes. She sat in the bath and gently took the remaining flowers out of her hair.

     It's not fair. I was kidnapped, has no one noticed?

     She wiped the falling tears from her eyes.

     I will be strong, someone will be here for me soon enough.

     She soaked in the water until it got cold. Then she got out and looked around.

     Where is a towel?

     She looked in the cupboard next to the bathroom door, but couldn't find one so she walked back into the room. "It's like he's reading my mind." she whispered as she spotted a towel on her newly made bed.

     She quickly dried off and went to her wardrobe; the towel wrapped tightly around her body. She opened it and gasped. There were so many colors –it was a shock as she was only allowed to wear white dresses. She reached tentatively for one, then quickly withdrew her arm.

     "I can't wear these." she said, though she was tempted by the beautiful colors. She went   to her bed, grabbed her old white dress, and pulled it on; dropping the towel on the floor. Then she wrung out her damp hair and pushed it behind her ears.

     She walked out of the room, and as soon as she heard the cries of tortured souls she broke down sobbing. Persephone felt someone grab her arm, and she jumped. She quickly looked up.