The King's Prophecy.

PART I

PART I

A goddess in a white gown waits for her beloved in the depths of a field in Enna, with feigned shyness, knowing that this will only be the beginning.

Of the end.

For whom?

For him.

For her.

For Olympus as it is known.

For the universe as it was created.

But first, she must fulfill a prophecy that constantly echoes in her ears.

A prophecy that on some days sounded like a promise and on others... Like a punishment.

"I know you're there, beloved," she says to the apparent nothingness, while she continues to braid her hair in an intricate pattern to distract herself.

The apparent nothingness changes. Mutates.

It transforms into something. Into a silhouette and soon, into a man whom many fear.

Others despise.

But her... She can't help but adore him.

The most devoted of his faithful believers and soon, she will become something more.

Something tangible.

Something that will grant her the kingdom she has longed for, but first she must know how to play her cards very well.

And that is what she does best.

But then, that voice that clouds her thoughts since the first time she heard it, is heard behind her and she cannot help but smile because she knows she is getting closer and closer to having him.

"Persephone, my queen...".