Bloom

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Summary

The final book in the "A Flower in the Dark" duo-logy. Who ever said being a god was easy lied. Being a god is a pain that keeps blossoming even if your in the dark. Being a god is a curse that grows with time. Being a god is to be a monster, that others paint you as, even if you are a saint. Up above, Persephone wakes from a coma with a complete memory loss issue. She can't remember her age, her name, or who she even is. Slapped with a new name, Persephone struggles with her identity, she knows she's the goddess of Spring but what exactly does she do? She has questions, most of which nobody seems to wanna answer. Down below, Hades is losing his mind. He never thought that his flower would grow so much on him, he expected not to miss her, not to crave her laughter and positivity. But he did, and now he was willing to do anything to get her back.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
3.0 1 review
Age Rating
13+

Prolouge

"

Your name is Persephone. You are the goddess of Spring, I am your mother, Demeter." The unfamiliar lady said she gestured to a woman next to her, they both shared similar looks, "This is your sister, Despoina."

"Persephone?" I said sounding out the particular name on my tongue. It was an odd one that felt not natural on my tongue. It left a sour taste in my mouth and made me frown.

The lady- my supposed mother nodded, "You have been in an accident, your memory is gone."

That would explain why I drawl up blanks every time I try to think. It felt like there was something in my mind that I just couldn't reach, but it was right there.

"Think you can remember?" Demeter- mother said. I didn't like the way she was talking, it sounded harsh and demanding.

Is this even my real mother?

How do I know these people are who they say they are?

How do I know I am who they say I am?

Despoina, my sister helped me up. My limbs were pretty useless seeing as I didn't know how to use them. I was like a newborn baby in an adult's body.

"Welcome home." Demeter murmured before leaving my room with tears in her eyes, my sister sent me a pitying look as she helped me into some weird chair with wheels. It startled me when it moved forward, somehow going forward by my sister pushing it.

"Don't worry, Kore I'll help you," Despoina whispered in my ear.

"Kore?" I questioned the word with familiarity.

I knew it but I didn't know why. It sparked something in my head, not a memory but a feeling of comfort—of safeness.