Aug 31, 2009 00:31
[The world had wavered, but the goddess had written it off as nothing but nerves at giving away her daughter. Melinoe, poor Melinoe. She would not let her end as her brother had, torn to pieces and cast across the earth.
Hekate had taken the infant, face grave and solemn, and things shifted again, grew dark, faded, and as soon as her fingertips had left the cloth swaddling her daughter, clutching faintly in the hope that this nightmare would end, it did. Things ended and...
With a groan, Persephone opens her eyes, head against the glass of the car window. She has no idea where she is and thinks she must be dreaming -- it's been a long time since she's been back to Mayfield, four human generations at most, and with the memories of this place taken when she left, she's confused as she remembers.
The dress, the shoes... It's falling into place and with a panicked look, Persephone turns to her companion trapped with her in this odd contraption and her face falls. Shit. She recognizes that face and all she can do is stare for the longest time.]
...Hao?