This is a story that might have happened or might not have happened. It just depends on what you believe. This is a story of Persephone. A young girl cursed and blessed by fate. A chance to learn the truth to the story how the graceful young goddess taken by the curlew Hades just longing for love, compassion and a little attention form some one other than the dead solemn soles that are condemned to an afterlife of a swirling endless vortex of death.

Now our stories start at the base of Mt. Olympus in a small clearing in the middle of a large wood we see a young girl sitting alone in her blue robes with the gold embroidered flowers on the base around her feet sitting on a small dead stump. Her mother and she had just finished an argument. They did not fight often but yet they were still Mother and daughter so they still had their quarrels. This was one of their worst fights that they had ever had.

Persephone had just stopped crying when she heard the crack of a twig behind her in the deep woods. Soon after she arose with a swift single movement turning around to see a dark cold looking man in a black horse pulled chariot with two rather large black stallions. Each had a sterling silver and white gold rhinestone studded harnesses around their moths. On the wheel, six sharp spike like blades stuck out. The man reached his hand out, and before Persephone had the had the slightest chance to let out the blood hurtling scream for help, he had her next to him.