Fell For Hades

They say the King of the Dead stole the spring.
They're wrong. I walked into the dark on my own two feet.
For a hundred years my mother kept me in a garden that couldn't die - safe, beloved, and buried alive. Then the earth opened, and he was standing in it: still, and vast, and the first creature in all my life to look at me like I was real.
He didn't ask me to stay small.
So let the poets carve their lie into the temple walls. Let them call it a kidnapping. I know what it was.
It was the first time I was ever allowed to fall.
She went down as Kore, the maiden. She is going to come back up as something the world should fear.