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you take the sea too?
Zeus tapped his chin with his forefinger, thinking.
Perhaps, but that s a different war for a different day.
You re worse than I am, Hades hissed. Everyone
always thought that Hades was the cruelest of the God s
just because of his job, but Zeus had him beat. But unlike
Hades, Zeus was able to hide his despicable side and he
had one thing Hades normally didn t compassion.
The God of the Sky smiled, a fake sickening smile that
made Hades stomach churn. I take that as a compliment.
Hades had always believed that everything happened
for a reason so there was no need for compassion and as
he observed Zeus it appeared that his compassion had
been waning as well. Hades, you need to come with me,
said Zeus, motioning in a come-hither gesture.
Hades eyes wandered around the dining room. This
was his palace. This was his world. He did not want to give
it up. He did not want to leave. And if I don t come with you,
what then? Is this really because I took her? You knew I
would eventually. You knew I.
It s not just because you took her. This goes deeper
than that, Zeus interrupted.
Hades didn t like the way he d answered his
questions. His vagueness was annoying. Answer me,
Zeus. And what if I don t come with you willingly? What if I
put up a fight?
Zeus narrowed his eyes and held out his palms. Hades
watched as his fingertips spit out white lines of electricity,
snapping and cracking before whirling around in circle.
Then her image appeared. She was sleeping and the hard
look Hades was wearing faded away. She looked so
peaceful, and beautiful, and Hades swore that he saw her
mumble his name in her sleep. Suddenly Zeus lowered his
hands and the ball of electricity evaporated along with the
image. You will come with me, Zeus said with adamant
tone. Or I ll kill her.
You can t kill her, Hades whispered harshly.
Zeus let out a long sinister laugh. Have you forgotten
who I am Hades? he asked with a scowl. I created her. I
can most definitely kill her.
Hades balled up his fists and gritted his teeth, hatred
pounded through him, numbing everything inside of him.
You wouldn t.
You underestimate me, Hades. Zeus clutched his
arm and squeezed. Then in a low, eerily frightening voice
he said, I would.
In that moment Hades knew he had to do something
drastic to save her. He had to something to ensure Zeus
wouldn t hurt her. And that something was breaking
Persephone s heart.
Persephone
Persephone. I hear him again half-way through my
slumber. The sound of his deep, beautiful voice lures me
from my bed. I m walking, down the stairs, through the hall
and my eyes open abruptly when I arrive in the kitchen.
You, I gasp. You re here.
Not really, he says.
He s sitting at the kitchen table; smiling and I beam at
the sight of his smile. I start toward him. Then he frowns and
right before I reach him, he holds out his hand, palm up.
Don t come any closer. Pain twists in his voice and he
looks down trying to hide the emotion on his face.
Why? I choke out. My insides are a towering inferno
of agony. Put out my fire. Touch me. Smother the blaze with
your fingertips. You called to me. Didn t you& Didn t you, I
stutter, stunned by the way he s acting. Why did you call my
name if you didn t want to see me?
He skims his fingers across my cheeks and eases the
burning. I close my eyes and moan softly, kissing his palm.
He yanks his hand away and startles me. My eyelids snap
open and I observe him. There s no softness to him
anymore. He s rigid, hard like cement, frozen in a way I ve
never seen him before. Even his Aegean blue eyes are
fierce, deadly. This is goodbye, he says boldly. I don t
want to see you anymore.
I feel like someone has stuck the hose of a shop-vac
down my throat and sucked out my organs. Soon I ll
collapse in a heap on the floor. What? A dull pain throbs in
my side and I hug myself, hoping to take it away. It doesn t
work. I don t understand.
Forget me, he says in a harsh tone. Forget I ever
took you. Forget you ever met me. I am nothing, but a
figment of your imagination. I am a dream.
Never, my voice trembles. I can never do what he s
asking me to. I will never forget him or the way he makes
me feel. I can t.
His eyes pierce mine and the set of shimmering blue
orbs are emotionless, but I get the sense that he s hiding
something. There s something hidden behind the front he s
putting up. What s going on? I ask and reach out for him.
Why are you acting like this? I thought I meant something
to you. I thought you loved me. His eyes shift to my hand,
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