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  ISBN: 978-1-7344762-0-0 (Ebook)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2020930315

  Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

  Front cover image by Heidi Hastings.

  Book design by Heidi Hastings.

  First printing edition 2019.

  Heidi Hastings

  New York, NY.

  10065

  www.heidihastingsart.com

  Based off the myth of Hades and Persephone

  Written by Heidi Hastings and Erica Hastings

  Editor: Judy Hastings

  Editor: Heather Hastings

  Illustrations: Heidi Hastings

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to my Mom and sisters. I love you.

  And to my Dad. Who is dancing in the Elysian fields. I miss you.

  SPECIAL THANKS:

  A very special thanks to Hope, Mom, Heather, Emily, Megan, Kosta, Nina, Sabine, Matt, Laura and Dan.

  Table of Contents

  Prelude

  Chapter 1- Zeus’ Revenge

  Chapter 2 - Kidnapped

  Chapter 3 - Lifeless Kingdom

  Chapter 4 - The Parade

  Chapter 5 - Exploring

  Chapter 6 - Dinner

  Chapter 7 - Escape

  Chapter 8 - Healing Touch

  Chapter 9 - The Gift

  Chapter 10 - Content

  Chapter 11 - Unwelcome Guest

  Chapter 12 - The Past

  Chapter 13 - Elysium

  Chapter 14 - The Lethe

  Chapter 15 - Visions

  Chapter 16 - Resentment

  Chapter 17 - Formidable Queen

  Chapter 18 - Poppies

  Chapter 19 - The Transit and The Truth

  Chapter 20 - Scars

  Chapter 21 - The Guest

  Chapter 22 - Omission

  Chapter 23 - The Game

  Chapter 24 - Justice For The Dead

  Chapter 25 - The Archer

  Chapter 26 - The Battle

  Chapter 27 - Parted

  Chapter 28 - Villain

  Chapter 29 - Pawn In The Game

  Prelude

  High above the sky, past the light of the sun, lay a darkness inked in black. Two cloaked figures hover above the realm of the heavens looking down upon the Earth as thunder rumbles beneath their feet. Suddenly, one of the shadows moves forward drawing an arrow through a golden bow, aiming into the darkening abyss below. A voice cries out in the shadows, “Do not miss!” The other voice strongly responds, “I will not.” The arrow flies from the bow, disappearing into blackness, and hurtles towards the Earth below, towards its mark. A voice whispers in the darkness, “What have we done?”

  Chapter 1- Zeus’ Revenge

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  Earlier That Day

  High on Olympus, nestled by an inlet, sat Demeter’s temple. It was cloaked in ivy, and the grounds on which the sanctuary lay was fertile with fig trees and flowers that perfumed its fields. It was a beautiful shrine, concealed from the other Gods, and that suited Demeter’s needs perfectly. Ever since her daughter had come of age, Demeter had hidden her deep in the forest, away from the view of men. The Gods were fighting for her daughter’s hand like dogs over a bit of meat, and Persephone was a Goddess, not some spare scrap to wrestle over. Hermes and Apollo had been the most recent rivals to attempt a claim at her daughter’s hand, but Demeter was not ready for her child to be wed. And certainly not to any of the boorish brutes who had sought her. As of yet, there was no contender that was worthy of Persephone, and she needed to protect her from the game-playing Gods. It was no secret how manipulative the Olympians could be. Gods loved to play tricks, to woo and deceive, to coerce and destroy the innocent. Be it man or God, no one’s life was safe from their game of chess, and the more twisted the game, the better. Her daughter was different from them. Persephone had a gentle heart and a pure spirit. She thought no evil of others. Demeter, however, was not so naive. She knew all too well how cruel the Gods could be.

  Years ago, Demeter had loved a mortal man named Iasion. He was a Prince of Crete and Persephone was the result of the love between them. Her daughter had inherited her goodness and sweetness of temper from her father. The Gods knew she certainly did not get it from her mother, she thought with a wry smile. It was his gentle disposition that had drawn Demeter to him and now Persephone was all she had left of their love. She was not going to give her daughter up easily. Demeter closed her eyes, remembering Iasion. No one compared to his beauty, from his spirit to his perfect face and lithe young body, he had been all she had ever desired in a mate. And for a brief, very small moment in time, she had been desperately and blissfully happy. Until the King of the Gods had found them together one day, and in a jealous rage, Zeus struck down her lover with a thunderbolt, leaving his soul to roam the Earth for eternity. In just a flash he had destroyed her entire world on a jealous whim. Even now she felt her lips curl back as the bitter memories surfaced. It would have broken Demeter, but knowing her daughter grew inside of her gave her the will to go on. To deliver the final shattering blow, Zeus boasted to all the Gods that “he” was the father of her child and everyone had believed that the proud Demeter had spread her legs for that swine. He thought he would crush her with his lie, but she did not allow his treacherous words to touch her. She remained strong for her daughter and did not even attempt to correct the falsehood he spoke. To speak against Zeus would only bring pain and a long drawn out battle. It was a fight she was willing to forgo. She had her daughter - and that was enough. Only Demeter, Zeus, and Persephone knew the tragic truth.

  Her eyes grew misty as she looked out at her daughter. Persephone lay on her back in the grass by the temple, playing idly with the flowers as they blew gently in the breeze. The sun flickered through the trees, making her dark hair glitter as it lay around her head like a halo. She was a beautiful forest goddess and it was no wonder the reprobate Gods sought her. She had the elegance of a deer, her limbs and neck were long and pale and when she moved it was with an unconscious grace that even the most sensual Goddesses could not emulate. Persephone’s eyes reflected the green of the forest, and sometimes when Demeter looked at her daughter, she imagined she could see the eternal beauty of nature staring out through her wide and innocent gaze. Her lips were bee stung pink, and in repose may have had a slight pouting look, but Persephone’s face was rarely relaxed and usually a smile curved the corners. All in all, her daughter possessed the kind of beauty that endangered her. This world was not kind to beautiful women, Goddesses or otherwise. Demeter watched as Persephone gave a delighted laugh as a group of butterflies passed her and fanned their wings happily against her toes, and an irrational fear twisted in her stomach.

  She knew that though her daughter had the face of a sensual Goddess, she was a pure spirit of the forest and she could be broken as easily as a flower in the wrong hands -- too innocent, too trusting. When it came time for her to choose a husband, it wou
ld be a good and strong man who would stand at her daughter's side, Zeus be damned. Her beloved Persephone would be protected from the Gods at any cost. They would

  not be allowed to destroy her. Demeter swore an oath to herself. “At whatever cost,” she whispered.

  Her mother’s voice drifted down from above. “Persephone my love, do not leave the grounds today. I do not think we should venture from the temple. I fear that your suitors may seek you out.”

  Persephone looked up at her mother, a gentle smile on her lips and gave a swift nod of her head as she bit back a sigh of frustration. How much longer would she have to stay confined to their temple? She felt like a prisoner hiding from the outside world. Life had not always been like this, but ever since she had come of age she had been forced to hide behind the walls of the temple and she missed the freedom she had possessed as a child. She had been as wild as the wind then, and now her life was as stagnant as a shallow pond. Suddenly she felt restless and she sprang up from the ground and walked to the edge of the temple. She could feel her mother’s eyes on her back and she tried to relax her stiff posture. She did not blame her mother for her worry, but she only wished that she could just be allowed a small amount of freedom. Surely there were not men always watching her? With a gentle wave of her wrist, she covered the trees in lush pink roses and the Earth in soft, green moss. She breathed in the stillness of the foliage, the soft perfume of the flowers and tried to calm the rising discontent in her soul. She longed to be free, to roam, to simply be. It was becoming more difficult every day to tolerate the confines of the temple. She took a stick and sketched a constellation into the dirt then looked up at the sky.

  “Under the stars,” she muttered aloud. Her freedom seemed as far way as the constellations above and she felt tears well in her eyes even as she shook them away impatiently. “No more daydreams today, Persephone,” she said sternly to herself. She felt a gentle tug on her gown and looked down to see a fox cub nipping at her with its pearly white teeth. “And what do we have here, little one?” She picked up the fox, its fur rubbing softly against her skin, and she buried her face in his softness to wipe away the last of her tears.

  “Well my friend, what do you think of all the Gods who want to marry me?” She waited for the fox’s reply but it merely cocked its head and watched her with clever black eyes. She laughed. "Well, can you keep a secret?” A white toothed yawn was her answer and she smiled. “I know one should not speak ill of the Gods, but I think they are mad! And if I may be honest, I do not want any of them. None of them can tempt me with their empty gifts. Hermes’ caduceus does not tempt me, and neither does Apollo's Lyre. They watch me with hungry eyes and empty hearts."

  She leaned closer to whisper in the ear of her friend the fox, “Do you know what I wish? That I could be like Athena and have never to wed.” She brushed her hand over the fox’s baby soft, tawny fur, then leaned back watching the sun dance through the leaves. “But sometimes, every now and then when I am alone, I am consumed with a wish that someone could love me fiercely, and the poets would sing about our devotion. That he would love me just as I am, and I would take him just as he is.” She gave a small laugh, surprised at the bitter taste in her mouth. How ridiculous she sounded. When had she ever seen such a union between Gods? When had she ever seen anything other than hatred and deception and unfaithfulness. “I do not want a marriage like Zeus and Hera, or Aphrodite and Hephaestus. I want true, honest love.” She felt her heart tug. “If it exists.”

  Her little forest friend was anxious to play though, and he gave her a long lick on her nose as if to express his sympathy at her dilemma, and then down he jumped making his way to the forest. He looked back at her and gave a little huff and a shake of his tail as if to say, “Don’t you want to join me?” She hesitated, glancing back at the temple, but her mother had returned inside. A little extra time in the forest would do no harm, she thought. She gave the fox a mischievous smile, and then she lifted her skirts, and darted through the trees to give chase to the cub, running as fast as her feet would take her. She felt laughter bubbling up in her throat and thought she heard her mother’s voice calling her in the wind, but for a moment, oh just for a blissful moment, she felt free chasing this little happy creature. Together, they tore through the forest, the fox’s little paws making more noise than she did, as the sunlight danced through the trees. Suddenly the fox stopped and Persephone approached him as he made a whimper of fear, cowering against a nearby tree. “What is wrong, little friend?” she whispered, kneeling down to give a gentle rub to the cub. Persephone glanced around the darkened forest. The sun had disappeared behind a cloud and shadows obscured the interior. Something was amiss, she thought with a chill, the forest had gone quiet; no birdsong, or chattering of the animals.

  She stood up filled with anger. Someone was trying to scare her. Someone who dared to trespass at her mother’s sacred temple. She shivered in the shadowed forest then straightened her shoulders. Who dared to scare these precious creatures of her domain? Drawing herself to her full height, she cried “Who is there? Reveal yourself!” For a moment there was only silence, but then in the distance, a golden light flickered through the trees, dancing hypnotizingly in the wind. She watched, feeling the small hairs on her neck rise up. “What magic is this?” she whispered. She gave a cry of fear as the light began to race towards her and she ducked as a giant bronze eagle burst from the trees, made blinding in the light.

  She gasped, “A Stymphalian! Mother, mother help me!”

  Persephone ran as fast as she could back towards the temple. The Stymphalian birds were the evil minions of Ares. They were man-eaters and dangerous, their talons able to rip the flesh from a person in seconds. The bird darted down in frenzied fury and she gave a cry of pain as it grabbed her arm with metal talons and lifted her high into the air. She could feel the metallic feathers slicing the wind as it cut her arm, causing blood to spray her face as her tissues tore from the sharp claws grasping her. Persephone screamed again for her mother. Persephone watched as Demeter raced from the temple crying out in rage, blasting the bird with a powerful cold wind. For a moment, Persephone felt a thrill of hope as the bird released her from it’s talons, but suddenly a second bird flew upon them and caught Persephone. Another icy wind blasted the second bird down and Demeter stood tall and furious, her arms raised above her head.

  “You will not have my daughter, Ares!” she shrieked.

  Persephone fell from the sky on a gentle breeze and strong hands grabbed her before her feet could reach the ground. Demeter kept her daughter grasped firmly by the arm and they fled towards her temple.

  “Hurry daughter, hurry, we must get in the temple. They cannot touch us there!”

  The wind assisted them in their flight and they reached the doors in seconds, the strong gusts blasting the doors closed behind them. The birds clawed at the temple’s gates, ripping the roses climbing up and around the columns, and cried out their rage. Persephone watched through a small window, horrified as they destroyed the beautiful plants, and she covered her ears as they shrieked in frustration at their inability to find her. When she looked again, a third bird had joined them, and unlike the others, it stood still on the ground and looked up at her in the window -- watching her. For a moment their eyes locked, the bird’s eyes promising that this was far from over. A scroll fell from its clawed talons and the bird let out a savage shriek that resounded throughout the forest. The other two birds joined it and flew off towards the mountains, leaving an uneasy silence in their wake.

  Demeter had been watching over her shoulder and let out a curse. “That was a message,” she whispered. She turned Persephone around and shook her shoulders none too gently, her beautiful face creased in angry lines. “Persephone, you must attack when you see a Stymphalian. They could have abducted you! I told you not to wander too far from this temple. Dear Gods, we are lucky you were not taken. Why do you not listen to me?”

  Persephone felt her eyes began to sting. “I kn
ow mother, I am so sorry. I … I just … was afraid. All I could think of was to run. Forgive me mother, you are right. I should not have gone so far from you.

  Demeter grabbed Persephone’s wounded arm and immediately a healing warmth stole through her bleeding, damaged tissue. “My daughter, I do not try to scold you but what will happen if I am not at the temple to protect you someday?”

  “I do not know mother, I know I must train more, but it is against my nature to hurt anything, even a Stymphalian.” Persephone took her arm gently back. “I can only say I am sorry.” She averted her eyes from her mother’s piercing gaze. “Please forgive me.”

  Demeter sighed. “You are too soft daughter. Have you not learned of the evil in this world by now?” She flung open the temple doors and Demeter bent and picked up the scroll the bird had left. Opening the note, she looked at her daughter. “It is from Zeus. He has given his consent for Ares to marry you.”

  Persephone gasped and fell to her knees, “No! Please mother, you must stop this, the same way you stopped Hermes and Apollo. Ares is worse than a beast and I would never consent to his will! He stands against all the things I value. I would rather die!” She buried her face in her mother’s skirts. “Please help me,” she whispered.

  She touched her daughter’s hair gently and Demeter replied, "I will,” She took hold of her daughter’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “Persephone,” she said quietly, “I will not let him marry you. I will not let any of them marry you. Let us go back into the temple and think this through.”

  They went to the courtyard, the heavy scent of roses clung in the air as they sat under the Cypress tree. With a wave of Demeter’s hand, a tray overladen with delicacies appeared. Demeter poured her goat's milk and laid out several honey cakes knowing they were a favorite of her daughter’s. Persephone gave a contented sigh as Demeter turned the conversation to other matters, but Demeter’s heart felt heavy, for she knew that eventually Zeus would grow weary of their rejections and choose a God for Persephone to wed. He was not a God to take rejection lightly, as she knew too well. But Ares was an unacceptable and abhorrent suitor for her daughter, and she would never allow such an unholy union.