Persephone's Bunk

I spread out on my bunk, sighing. Coryn, my finger-sized steel dragon, danced around my leg.

"Silly dancing dragon." I murmured. Coryn had many talents.. Dancing was his favorite.

"I'm glad Persephone made you dance. It's one of the few things she's done right. I mean, Hades is like, my step-father, I guess. But he hates me." I murmured. I remember once as a young girl, only about 4, somthing weird happening. I was in a puffy white sweater. My father led me down a dark hallway. Suddenly I saw ground. Rocks, and a black sky. Then I was led to a throne. One of gold, flowers growing on it, the other made of bones. The one on the golden throne hugged me, but I didn't recall what the man on the throne did.

"Persephone must've been the one who hugged me." I murmured, arcking my brain for an answer to what the man on the throne did, I suddenly sat up.

"Coryn, wanna visit the underworld?" I asked.

Nope.