Persephone was only going to be out of the underworld for a few days as a gift from hades so she could see her friends and family. Cyane rolled her eyes as she shivered at the thought. Who was Hades to think he could grant her such trivial freedom as if she were a dog on a leash? And to a powerful goddess no less!? Someone who could take care of herself better than anyone Cyane knew. Her cheeks grew red at the thought of Persephone. NO! Cyane shook the thought of her out of her head as if she believed she would never think of her again. Never again. No one would ever treat her like that again. Again she shivered with emotion, goose bumps spreading along her arms and legs. Ironically the sudden appearance of Persephone had left her feeling colder among the summer waves of the sun. But regardless she didn’t intend on running into Persephone again while she was still in the overworld. I don’t think she could handle another encounter with Persephone. She thought as she wandered on the riverbank. The moss on the floor was cool on her feet and the shade felt lighter on her skin, almost like a shield from the gods where they couldn’t see her cry. She decided to take a break from her walk in a pothole of the river, shaded by the long oak trees. The cold shock of the water slowly enveloping her hair and body as her long hair became lighter in the water. The water felt surprisingly colder than her usually spot of warm sunlit water. At least no one would be here to bother her.
After a moment Cyane began hear the faint whisper of voices in the distance, masked by the low rush of the river. Well that was the end of her peace and quiet. But despite her annoyance at the untimely interruption, her curiosity drew her closer to the rising voices. As Cyane swam closer, keeping her head close to the water as she quietly swam her way through the water to get a closer look. Suddenly a stroke of huge black wings behind the foliage of the forest floor took her attention. “Your promised time is up Princess Its time for you to return or so help me i will resort to other methods!” A strained deep voice whispered harshly. “Leave me be” another voice whispered louder, her voice slightly clamored by the rush or the river. “I promise I will return but I really must let my mother know I am fine so let me g-“. “NO” the deep voice interjected louder “I told you yesterday that today was the last day so there can be no more delays” he said in a quieter voice. There was a notable silence that made Cyane uncomfortable. Did they leave? Was that person okay? Her curiosity grew only to be interrupted by a quiet yell. “no”. “WHAT DID YOU SAY” The deeper voice erupted as another flare of black wings sent the birds above flying. “I said NO!!” the other voice shot back “I am your queen now you must treat me as so!”. The deeper voice cackle loudly, a rude sound to hear. “Listen princess you may be his ‘queen’ but your sweet ass can forget about ever having a shred my respect”. Cyane’s drama driven brain was so caught out in the dialogue. Who were these people?! Even the way they spoke made her think these voices weren’t even mortals. Maybe they were some minor gods or goddesses. Or maybe a fellow nymph, however most river nymphs and dryads lived closer to Olympus do it was unl- “AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” Cyane screamed in pain. She was bitten! Cyane splasher around to find the villain who so viciously bit her finger. “Aughhhh you are So DEAD” She screamed at the water.
The voices became quiet and suddenly the only thing she could hear was the rush of the water. “Who was that?” The deeper voice slithered, reminding Cyane of Daphne. Okay Cyane thought What the hell. Not wanting to get sucked into the drama Cyane stayed quiet, lowering her head deeper into the water. Maybe if she didn’t attract attention as stayed quiet maybe they would overlook her. ” Whatever you’re coming with me NOW” the deep voice hissed. Oh no! “WAIT!’ Cyane screamed, a different register of voice seeping into hers. What am I doing? Her arms pulled herself out of the cold water as her long hair stuck to her body heavily. As if automatically she slowly walked toward the voices her toes quietly making their way towards them. It was almost as if a surge of confidence and what felt like a subtle anger swept over her. As she turned around a tree to see the face to the wings, her hand traced over the bark of the tree. “Well well Thanatos you have some nerve to talk to a lady like that” the eerie voice slithered out of Cyane.