1350Tralee, Ireland
A breeze billowed over the cloaked God as he peered over the cliffs, admiring the crashing blue sea below. His brother, Poseidon, had truly claimed the most beautiful realm of them all. He pressed his black cloak more tightly around him as he tilted his sharp black gaze to the green fields behind him. Tall stalks of grass swayed in the wind, almost dancing to a melody deaf to his immortal ears.
She was here.
Poseidon had told him so. A message had been delivered, telling the tale of a woman who had cut her heel in the sea; her sweet blood had called and claimed his name without knowing. And he had come. In all of his searching over the long centuries that had passed, he saw hints of Persephone in the wealthy Lord’s youngest daughter - Leora. She was innocent, sweet,
