Of all the gifts given to the ancient gods, the rarest is a happy childhood. This was the treasure bestowed on Persephone by her mother Demeter. And Persephone never knew how lucky she was until she lost everything through the arrogance of Hades, who stole her away to his kingdom in the land of the dead. There he kept her prisoner, yet also cherished affection for her—which, honestly, seemed worse.
Still, Persephone’s bright spirit bore her up even underground, so that she learned to speak with the strange denizens of the gray afterlife, even befriending some of them. While she saw dimly, then more and more clearly, that her world was neither kind nor fair.
So hope and despair balanced each other out—in the mother seeking her lost child, in the captor wishing his captive would hate him slightly less, and most of all in the girl struggling to grow toward the light. But finally, the scales must tip one way or the other.
A little Disney, a little Terry Pratchett, a little slice-of-life. Or death?