The Girl that Hades called Persephone

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Chapter Thirteen

Hades had pulled me out of the monsters grip, pushing me out of the way, knocking me to the ground.

He drew a sword, with flames flaring up. With one swift swing, the monster was gone. Instead of dying, the thing had turned to dust.

The pile of dirt had blown away into the night as if it was never actually alive. I just stared, not sure what in the world just happened.

Hades turned around, looked at me on the ground. The sword was still in his hands. He looked like nothing from the other day.

He looked like he did in my dream, a throne crown on his head, black clothing from head to toe, with a long silky black cape hanging off his shoulders.

He looked like he didn't belong to this time period, that he was a part of an old Greek painting.

He didn’t look like the man I had known before. The man that took me out days before was no longer in front of me.

“Are you alright, little one?”

He pulled me up to my feet. “That-t thing . . . it-t. . . it was my date . . .”

“No, it was a shape shiftier. And you were almost its dinner. Are you okay? Did it hurt you?”

I felt my knees turn weak. “He just turned to dust,” I said, zombie-like. I must have been dreaming, I must have been on drugs.

“I know,” Hades agreed. “Don’t worry. He won’t hurt anyone again.”

“Who . . . what . . .”

“Steffi, I think you may be in a bit of a shock right now. I think you may need to sit down.”

“He . . . he . . . he was . .” I wasn’t feeling all that great. My stomach was turning. "His name was Kevin, and Debbie had set me up. And he was going to walk me home . . . and . . . I don't . . ."

Hades was holding onto my arm. My ribs started to squeeze me tightly, causing me a great deal of pain. I felt like I was dying.

I hadn’t been like this in a year, I hadn’t felt this high level of pain since the hospital.


I got out his grip and turned around away from him. Everything from dinner came up, making me feel weaker.

Instead of jumping away, Hades held onto my hair. When I was done, he said, “Persephone, dear, we need to get you out of here.”

“H . . . H . . .Hades, I am,” I didn’t have time to finish what I was saying. He picked me up, and I was in his arms like a small child.

He looked at me, with those bright eyes, staring at me into mine, and smiled. “I think you need rest. Come, I can take care of you. You'll learn everything”

“H, what’s . . . what’s going on-”

I couldn’t finish my question. He placed his large hand on my forehead, and I fell into a deep.

"Sleep, little flower, sleep."

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