.•♫•My Little Flower•♫•. ❤EDITING❤

A soft gentle breeze cools my skin. I look across the garden, in awe of my work. The sun was setting across the garden, making it look like what the morals called a movie scene. It was beautiful, I felt at peace. I felt flowers wrap around my body, without looking I knew that they were chamomile.

"Zoey, dear? " I turn my head around to see my mother, Demeter, in all her regal beauty. My mother always has a smile on her face, she is very peace-loving, kind. She is a bit intense and controlling but it's understanding since I was the product of a fling with the King of Gods, Zeus. She hid me so I would not have to face the wrath of Hera. I only have Hermes as a friend because of this.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at my mother's expression. She looked nervous, her iconic smile was no longer on her face. "What is it, mother?" I spoke softly, worry in my voice. She stepped towards me and looked me in my eyes. She had a small smile on her face that looked hurt, she shook her head and spoke.
"You need to leave Mount Olympus."

My world shattered.