Dahlia felt like all the pieces were finally clicking together. Demeter, her mother. Hades, her husband. Everything made sense, and at the same time, she still had no idea why. But it felt right. She could tell those names were familiar to her, like an echo coming from far, far away to the back of her mind. The ground shook again under their feet, the rumble growing, and Sam glanced down, visibly as worried as the girls.
"Dahlia, can you stop whatever you're doing?" Victoria asked, sounding less confident than ever. "This is freaky!"
"I-I'm not doing this!" Dahlia said, finally coming back to reality.
She truly wasn't. The grass was drying under their feet, leaving nothing but dry soil, stones, and cracks that were appearing, like an apocalyptic no man's land. It felt like one of her
