Persephone

From the moment Persephone hatched, she knew she was special. A seed of darkness and death. But also a seed of beauty. Part of her soul was bound to her father since birth. No choice given about it. Her crying was different from the other hatchlings, a strong and clear screech. Her mouth opening and closing fast. The other hatchlings were afraid. She and her siblings were singled out. Taken to a place with there father. Persephone never saw her mother. She never knew the reason but she knew it would have had to have been a good one. Her father was the father god of the Pantheon. She never questioned him. All she wanted to do was make him proud of her. Proud to have her as his daughter. Never to discard of her. Persephone wanted to prove she was worth the trouble she brought. And so she did.

Persephone was named after the queen of the underworld and the goddess of spring. The name fit her perfectly. Beautiful like spring, but deadly like the underworld. Nice to those who deserve to live. Bringing pain to those who don’t. She trained to kill with her siblings. Sparring, setting traps, and gathering filled her time. Since she was the youngest, she was the dragon who was sent out to hunt bugs and gather plants. “Persephone, go now and collect some bugs and plants. We will prepare them later,” She always thought gathering was the lamest job. While she had to go gather food, her siblings got to sharpen swords, craft weapons, and help father. She wanted to be a warrior. She wanted to help make things like swords and armour too! But she never said anything. For she didn’t want to make father angry. Doing what she was told, Persephone ran into the forest. Collecting plants and bugs on her way to her favorite spot. Her father’s favorite food was pillbugs. And this day, she had an idea. An idea, that if it worked, she would be recognized by her father. Persephone made it to her favorite spot. Here there was a surplus of pillbugs. She grabbed as many as she could and shoved them in a pouch. Not wanting her father to be suspicious Persephone grabbed other bugs too, but mostly pillbugs. She sat down and got to work...

Two weeks later Persephone was finally done. And she was just in time. Her brother and sister had gone off on their own adventures the day before. The beasts must have sensed the clan was weaker, because the next day they attacked. Persephone ran to her lair. She emerged with a sword, and she was wearing some sort of armour. She had crafted it herself out of pillbug shells that were flattened, polished, then painted black, attached together, and engraved with little designs. It looked like real armor, with equal protection too. Persephone charged into battle slashing beasts left and right. The godly power of her father coursing through her veins. An enemy struck her armor, only for his soul to be pulled in. Persephone had used her godling power to enchant her armour. She had thought it would come in handy. Persephone had inherited his father’s After seeing this, the remaining beasts fled. Her father came up to her, a sly grin on his face. “I’m impressed daughter. You’ve done so well,” He said to her.

“Thank you father. Now, I want to ask you something,” She paused, “May I go off on an adventure. Just like my siblings?” She asked.

“Yes my little godling, and I am very proud of you,” So she went off on her own adventure, ending up in a Wind clan. But Persephone had gotten the only thing she had ever wanted: For her father to be proud of her.