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To Prove Her Wrong

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Dawn approached the morning Persephone decided to wake up early. She was determined to prove her mother wrong about men. It was possible Demeter just had a traumatizing experience that rendered her hostile toward males.

The dew on the surrounding grass glistened in the early morning sunlight and tickled Persephone’s feet as she walked through. She giggled softly to herself. With her was a basket of various food from the garden, bread and some meat to make a sandwich. Deer raised their heads as she walked by. Their large dark eyes followed her movements and they soon scampered off. Rabbits hopped away and birds chirped within the trees.

The sun was rising slowly but it was quickly getting warmer. Persephone made it to a small grove where she would hang out with forest nymphs and sprites. She sat down on the grass and made herself comfortable. Butterflies fluttered around, searching for a flower to land on. It wasn’t long until nymphs and sprites came to the grove to see Persephone. She greeted them happily.

“What are you doing here so early Persephone?” they asked.

“I felt like seeing the forest in the early morning,” she lied. “I haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Wasn’t it beautiful?”

“It was.”

They chatted for a little while longer until Persephone excused herself, explaining that her mother would be worried. Her friends bid her goodbye and she began her journey. The sun was higher in the sky now but it felt great. Even though it beat down on the earth, Persephone’s fair skin was left untouched by the sun’s rays. Fields of flowers were in bloom. They were pink, yellow and orange. A rose bush sat next to the path and Persephone reached to pluck one. The thorns were ruthless; they left Persephone’s fingers scratched. But she didn’t let that stop her from taking one for the trip.

After walking for a little longer, Persephone decided to stop for lunch. Her stomach growled a couple times and she stopped to deal with it. She laid out the small blanket she had tucked in the basket and sat down. From inside her basket she pulled out the bread, vegetables and meat she packed. With her ingredients she fixed up a sandwich, which filled her up for the time being. As she gathered up her belongings a voice called out to her.

"Hello, pretty lady. What brings you to this part of the woods?"

Persephone looked up to see a handsome man walking toward her. He had blonde hair as bright as the sun and blue eyes like the sky. He was at least a head taller than her, with long, slender legs and outfitted in a white tunic with a hint of gold. This man had fair skin like as well and the muscles in his legs contracted with each stride.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said. "My name is Apollo."

“I’m Persephone,” she replied.

“So what is a beautiful girl like yourself doing out here?’

“Well…I-“

“Apollo, there you are!”

From behind some bushes stumbled another man who had a goblet in his hand. He had dark brown hair that came down just above his shoulders. He was wearing a white toga and sandals. Surprisingly, he had a toned body considering the drink in his hand. But he was a god for sure. He was very attractive.

“What are you doing? Woah, who is the fine lady?” he asked.

Apollo sighed. “Introduce yourself.”

The dark-haired man took Persephone’s hand and gave it a kiss. “Gorgeous lady, the man before you is Dionysus. I am honored to make your acquaintance.”

Persephone blushed and giggled. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Persephone.”

“So,” Apollo continued, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, “ Persephone began, “I came out here to try and prove my mother wrong because she believes all men are evil. But I don’t think that’s the case. She forbade me to even get near them because I was caught talking to Lord Hades.”

Apollo and Dionysus looked at each other in confusion as she rambled on about how her mother didn’t want her to be near them. She explained that they were deceptive and only cared about themselves.

“So, hold on,” Dionysus interrupted, “your mother thinks men are bad people because you talked to Lord Hades? I mean, I could understand, Hades is a shady character. But who is mother?”

Persephone looked at him then replied, “Demeter.”

Dionysus’s face contorted in thought as he made the connection. Then his face lit up in realization. “Your mom is the crazy woman!” he exclaimed.

Persephone looked taken aback and Apollo smacked Dionysus in the head.

“That’s not the kind of thing you say about someone’s mom,” Apollo admonished. Dionysus was clutching his head with a look of apology.

“Well if that’s how you feel, I bet your mother is worse!” Persephone retorted. “My mother is not crazy. What makes you say that?”

“Well…” Dionysus began, “she always talks about how her daughter will always be innocent and never “grow up” and that she will be the purest goddess to live. She thinks you will always be ignorant.”

Persephone’s brow was creased and her eyes were glistening. Her shoulders drooped and she slowly walked away. Apollo and Dionysus looked at each other, not sure what to do. The young girl was holding in her tears at the realization that her mother was purposefully keeping her from experiencing life for herself. She was being constricted to what her mother thought was safe for her. The tears were falling down her face now and her emotions were a mixture of hurt and anger. Why should her life be decided for her? She was an individual just as much as her mother.

Dionysus and Apollo watched her walk away. They weren’t sure whether or not to follow her. Persephone sat down under an oak tree and put her head in her arms. The sun was going down and Apollo and Dionysus were planning to head home.

“Would you like us to escort you home?” Apollo asked. Persephone shook her head no.

“Alright. But the sun is going down so you’d better hurry home.”

“Thank you,” Persephone answered.

Apollo and Dionysus walked off as Persephone continued to sit under the oak tree. Birds sang songs for the coming of nighttime and the crickets were chirping. Persephone stood up and looked at the setting sun. She figured she could get home in time for supper. She picked up her basket and started walking down the path from which she came. Snakes slithered by and rodents scurried into their holes. The sky was getting darker and it began to worry Persephone. She had never been away from home after dark.

Darkness took over and Persephone was lost. Her eyes eventually adjusted, as well as they could, to the dark around her. She may be a god with amazing beauty and immortality, but the same could not be said about her night vision. It was the same as any mortal human. Luckily, there was a bit of light from the crescent moon that rose over the forest.

As she was walking she was reminded of the dream she had- the one where she was in the barren forest with the cool air. It scared her and she curled up and began to cry. She was lost without anyone to help her home. She beat herself up about not taking Apollo up on his offer. Persephone thought through her options; either she could wait until morning to get back or try to find help. Unfortunately, neither sounded like a good idea; one required staying in the forest completely vulnerable and the other had the probability of getting even more lost. It was a hard decision to make and Persephone wasn’t prepared to do either. She stood thinking about which one to do when there was a rustle in the bushes nearby.

Persephone’s head whipped around toward the sound. She eyed the darkness, uncertain as to what lay beyond. The bush continued to rustle when from within, a pair of yellow eyes appeared. Paralyzed, Persephone stared back. A growl followed and soon the black body of a wolf appeared. It slowly advanced as she slowly moved back. Fear consumed Persephone and she turned and ran. The wolf was quick to follow.

Persephone ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter if she got home or not; she had to save herself. The trees tugged on her dress trying to hold her back. She weaved her way through the forest but the wolf was close behind. Tears filled her eyes as she ran. She had never been this scared before in her life. On top of the fear, she was alone with no one to help. She was ignorant, weak and inexperienced. Persephone looked behind her. The wolf was still pursuing, but now more had joined. They were at Persephone’s heels.

Out of nowhere, a large black dog with three heads appeared. It grabbed one of the smaller wolves in its mouth and threw it aside. Persephone stopped in her tracks to watch. The other wolves turned and charged. They lunged at the massive dog and bit. Their canines broke through the fur and into the skin. The black dog howled in pain. It ran into the trees to shake off its attackers. Persephone grabbed a stick and followed. It might be possible for her to help. She followed the growling and snarls until she reached a clearing. In the middle was the giant dog. Surrounding it were the wolves. The pack had grown in number. They circled the dog and then, one by one, they attacked. Persephone stood with the stick in hand, shaking. She slowly stepped forward and then quickened her step. Running toward the fight, she swung at the nearest wolf. She hit it in the stomach and knocked it aside. The other wolves turned to face her. One large wolf ran at her. Persephone dropped the stick and backpedalled. She stumbled and fell. The wolf was almost to her when the large dog swiped it aside.

Another fight ensued. The dog clawed at the wolves. With its three heads, it could focus on more than one opponent. Persephone huddled in the shadows watching. Barking and yelping echoed throughout the forest. The wolves retreated, tired and injured from battle. Little did they know, the three-headed dog suffered from some injuries of its own. Persephone realized she was alone with this giant dog. Not only was it big, it also three heads and jaws two times larger than the wolves. The dog looked over at her with its red eyes. She turned to run. There was no way she was going to stay around such a dangerous animal. Behind her, she could hear the thumps of the large paws. She looked back and saw the dog chasing her.

“Not again,” she thought.

She was still looking back when she ran into a clearing. People were carrying crates and setting up booths. A banner hung from two poles. Written in large cursive letters was: The Festival of Gods.
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You gonna continue this?