Previously, on Persephone,
"Goddess, goddess of what?" I ask confused.
"Goddess of Spring."
I laugh, "You're joking?"
And by the looks on their faces, they were dead serious.
- - -
"I don't understand," I say, confused, there is no way, the person I saw in my dreams wasn't me or was it?
Wade sighs, "Babe, you're a goddess, the queen of the underworld, my queen, Persephone. Like my brother here he is Poseidon, God of the sea and Amphitrite his queen. We are Greek gods and goddesses,"
I was speechless, "So you're telling me that I'm some goddess from God knows where and I'm your queen."
Wade nods, "Yeah,"
"How? This makes no logical sense, I thought you guys were just myths, no offence," I say, raising my arms.
"Well we aren't, we've been waiting for a signal from the higher pries
