Literature
Persephone
I can feel the wind, biting into my back as if I were its prey. I can smell the sunlight, gloriously bright, warming my face and body on this windy day. I see the open flowers dancing in the wind. I am alone, and yet not alone, with my mother standing near me. I am aware of everything. I love this feeling.
I grew up in Olympus, and my cheerful laughter rang almost everywhere I went. My mother was Demeter, the goddess of the harvest. She loved me so much that she wanted me with her all the time; she even kept me with her when she sat on her golden throne, or when she went out to the flower fields. People liked me because I was lovel