This is my story, the one of love and loss. Hate and distrust theft and the regaining of what I lost. My name is Persephone; my mother is the Greek goddess Demeter. Many, many human years ago, I was stolen from my mother by the god of the Underworld, Hades. He claimed me as his bride, forcing me to eat a berry from the Underworld so that I could not stay outside of it for very long or at least without him near me. But Im getting ahead of myself; I want to tell you everything.
I remember my last day on the planet we gods and demi-gods called Earth, where we let the mortal humans run around and be free. Mother had sent me with a few maids to pick flowers for her, especially since she was already angry with some farmers who had not given an offering before they planted their crops. I was obedient and left immediately, throwing on a dress no one would look at me twice in.