My name is Spring Korey, and I live in Maine, USA, in a tiny unknown town called Heatherton.

I live with my mother, Demi, on the outskirts of the tiny town, very near the forested area. I don't know who my father was, nor do I have any other known relatives. My mother told me that my father left when I was still a baby, and that my family members simply do not care about us.

All my life, I've been raised by my mother. Because of this, you can pretty much call me a sheltered child. I'm around twenty-two years old now, and I still didn't have that many friends, only just a few people who I have regular conversations with. I am considered a loner, alongside my mother. But I didn't care, because as long as I have her, I'm perfectly fine.

During my spare time, I am usually with my mother in our very big garden at the back of our small and simple two-bedroom home. Our garden was huge, and filled with a variety of flowers, shrubs and even a few small trees. Once, when I was about six I think, my mother must have won an award for it.

To make a living, my mother owned a flower shop called 'Flowers of Spring'. She told me that she named it after me, and I was flattered. I help out in the shop during my free time. We attract a lot of customers with our beautiful bouquets, and was even asked to do the flower arrangements for many weddings.

But when I'm not in the garden or at the shop, I'm in my room, reading about Greek mythology.

The strange addiction happened about two years ago. I was in the attic, cleaning out some stuff during spring cleaning. I was picking up a tattered box when a book had slipped out.

At first, I picked it up without much thought. But I thought that maybe it's one of my mother's books on gardening, so I blew away the dust on the cover, and read the title.

It read 'Homeric Hymns to the Greek Gods'.

I was confused as to why my mother would own such a book, and I curiously took a peek inside. What was intended to be a quick peek turned into hours of sitting on the attic floor under a lamp, reading each page intently.

I was mesmerized by the words that Homer used in the hymns. Though I didn't understand some, I was enchanted by the beautiful flow, and felt as though I was being transported back to Ancient Greece.

From that day on, my curiosity grew, and I went on to do extensive research online. Slowly, I memorized the names of the famous Greek gods.

Dionysus, the God of Wine, Festivities and Theatre.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods and the God of Commerce, Thieves, Travellers and Commerce.

Apollo, the God of Music, Poetry, Prophecies, Medicine, Knowledge and the Sun.

Artemis, Apollo's older twin sister and the Goddess of the Hunt, the Wild, Virginity, Fertility and the Moon.

Athena, the patron goddess of the Greek city Athens and the Goddess of Wisdom, Warfare, Intelligence, Architecture and Crafts.

Ares, the God of War, Violence and Bloodshed.

Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty.

Hephaestus, the God of Fire, Metalworking, Stone masonry and the Art of Sculpture.

Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth and the Home.

Demeter, the Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture.

Poseidon, the king of the ocean waters and the God of the Sea, Horses and Earthquakes.

Hera, the queen of the gods and the Goddess of Marriage, Women and Birth.

Zeus, the king of the gods and the God of the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Law, Order and Justice.

I was amazed by the tales of each and every one of them.

But only two of the characters of Greek myth caught my attention.

They were Hades and Persephone.

From my research, I learnt that Hades was one of the original six Olympians, the others being Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Poseidon and Hestia. The original six overthrew their father, the Titan Cronus, and took over Mount Olympus where they ruled as new beings called gods.

Hades drew lots with his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, to decide on who gets what realm to rule. The three realms were the skies, the oceans and the Underworld.

Zeus drew the longest, which allowed him to rule over the skies, and overall, everything in existence.

Poseidon drew the middle, getting rule over the oceans.

Hades, unfortunately, drew the shortest, getting the Underworld. It had been said that because he was the eldest child, he was supposed to get the skies. But unfortunately, what has been done is done. And because he was now a chthonic god, he was no longer an Olympian.

He didn't put up a fight, and instead proceeded to rule the Underworld with an iron fist. Because he was now the God of the Dead, many mortals feared him. Some refused to call him by his name, instead giving him the name 'Pluto', due to him also being the God of Riches thanks to all the jewels and metals found in the underground.

But even with a feared status and abundant wealth, he couldn't help but feel lonely, wishing for someone to rule by his side.

One day, as he rode through the mortal world, he saw a beautiful goddess who was picking flowers in a field.

The goddess was Persephone, the Goddess of Spring and the daughter of Demeter.

Struck by her beauty, Hades impulsively kidnapped Persephone to the Underworld, where he made her his wife and queen.

Demeter, who was now searching for her daughter, began to get upset and stopped everything on Earth from growing. The weather began to get cold until it was freezing. That weather is known as winter today.

It was Helios, the Sun Titan, who told her that he had seen Hades kidnap Persephone. She then demanded Zeus to force Hades to give back her daughter. Pressed by her and the cries of the hungry mortals, he complied.

But Hades was smart. He knew that Demeter would want Persephone back, but he wanted Persephone to stay. To solve that minor difficulty, he tricked her into eating a pomegranate that was grown in the Underworld. That was a problem, because if one ate the food of the Underworld, they would be bound to it forever.

When Demeter found out, she was furious. Hades and Demeter fought over Persephone, and in the end, Zeus decided that Persephone would spend half a year with Demeter on Earth, while the other half with Hades in the Underworld.

So when Persephone was with her mother, the Earth experiences spring and summer; the happy times. But come the time she has to return to her husband, the world will become a barren wasteland during autumn and winter.

Thus, the creation of the seasons.

I have to admit that I was totally amazed by the story, and sometimes I think to myself, What if it wasn't a kidnap? What if in the end, Persephone did end up loving Hades? What if this was not the real story?

I find myself pondering over these questions many times, but never once would I have expected to learn the entire and actual truth soon.

It all started when I met a man named Aiden Coleā€¦

Author's Note:

I wanted to try something new, and this idea has been stuck in my head for quite a while now.

I was kind of hesitant to do it at first, because I didn't know how this would turn out. But the nagging inside my head could not be stopped, so I did it anyway.

So I apologize if you didn't like it. Lately, I've been afraid that I would run out of ideas, and this story will end up being full-length like Who I am and This Love. I hope that as I write this, more ideas will come to my head.

Anyway, if you're bored, go to my profile and check out the pictures of some people I posted there. This is how I think the Greek gods look like in my head.

And as always, I do hope you read and review. I need reviews to know how my readers think of the story so I can know if it's been entertaining or plain boring.

Thanks for reading this!

Muse of Fanfiction