Perhaps most of you know the famous kidnapping of Persephone, or maybe you don't. Persephone has only known beauty and happiness her entire life. Hades has only known death and loneliness for his. So what happens when this beautiful girl who has never encountered anything difficult in her life, becomes entangled in a world of death and darkness, confusion and a pair of striking grey eyes? Hades knew it was a bad idea from the moment he set eyes on her, sitting delicately on the green earth she has only ever known. She looked so innocent, so easy to fancy. Not knowing who he really is? Like a dream come true. He could take her away, show her a world she has never seen. Bad idea, remember? A beautiful rose, seeming so easy to pick away from its home, well, it always has its thorns.

Persephone dances through the meadow, her unkempt curls streaming out behind her like a russet waterfall; her green eyes alight with the fire of youth. She throws back her head and sings a prayer, her voice surpassing the calls of songbirds and the gentle gurgle of the stream. When she laughs, the landscape rejoices, basking itself in her bliss. She never frowns, but if she did, trees would instantly wither, the stream would halt its happy laughter, and the birds would cease their chorus. She is the very heart and soul of the earth. Her smile is the summer heat, her hair is the autumn leaves; her breath is the dawn of spring. But Winter is coming, biding its time to entice and corrupt. Hades is watching.