Introduction


In an empty room, someone cleared his throat. It was Bob; the narrator.

Bob cleared his non-existent throat, and began to speak, narrating as only a narrator could do.

"Ancient Greece. A time of fierce battles, heroic heroes, and romantic love stories. But there is one twisted love story that does not follow in the traditional Greek path of stories such as Pygmalion and Galatea, Perseus and Andromeda, Odyseus and Penelope, and so on. The brutal kidnapping of Persephone."

A flower-adorned vase with a picture of Persephone, goddess of spring and Queen of the Underworld, was wheeled into the room by an assistant. Seconds later, another assistant followed, carrying a much smaller one of Hades, Lord of the Dead. It was set upon a table next to Persephone's, and both assistants left the room. Bob continued.

"Persephone was a beautiful and kind goddess, and everyone on Mt. Olympus and on Earth was devastated to learn that Persephone had been snatched by the sick and sadistic god, Hades. Hades, as we all know, shed no remorse over this cruel, cruel deed he was carrying out. Persephone was held hostage in the terrible Underworld—"

"HOLD IT!" interrupted a voice. The owner of the voice turned out to be Erato, the muse of love poetry. She had her hair in a bun. With her were her sisters, Polyhymnia, the muse of sacred poetry, who had her hair in a ponytail, Euterpe, the muse of music, who had her hair straight, and Urania, the muse of astronomy, who also had her hair straight.

"Who are you?" asked Bob.

"We are the muses." Erato said proudly. "Goddesses of the arts and proclaimers of heros."

"What happened to the other muses?"

"Music lessons." answered Euterpe.

"So I suppose you're gonna tell me the correct version of this story?" asked Bob

"Oh, you know us so well." said Erato.

"Now, this story starts during Hercules's training. Persephone was a teacher at his school. She taught the students about science..." began Urania.