What if Persephone Wanted To Go To The Underworld?

Uma Prasad

Uma Prasad

This story was submitted as a contest entry for The Center for Fiction's National Teen Storyteller Contest: Myths Reimagined, 2024.

By: Uma Prasad 
 
Standing in the field of red flowers, Persephone felt strangely out of place. Pink butterflies danced gracefully in the field along with snow-white rabbits. It looked like a scene from a Disney movie. A pastel blue sky was all you could see for miles, not a cloud to be seen in sight. 
The beauty felt suffocating, like the smell of an overpowering cologne. Persephone wanted something more. Something her mother Demeter could never give her...
 Persephone was the favorite daughter of Demeter, the harvest goddess. Demeter wanted nothing more than to keep Persephone away from all those sneaky male gods. Demeter is that type of mom. The mom that never lets their kid have a sleepover. The mom that makes their kid carry an EpiPen even if they have no allergies. And you know what? Peresphone was fed up. Fed up of this suffocating beauty. Fed up with her mother.  
Persephone didn't think the rabbits were so cute nor the butterflies graceful. Even the pastel blue sky felt like a cage. This is what it was, nothing but a mere cage. 
In a fit of rage, she stomped on every last flower, stepped on all the butterflies, and (quite gruesomely) threw the rabbits across the field.  
Suddenly, Peresphone felt a hand on her shoulder and she yelped. Turning around slowly, she saw a woman with black hair and purple eyes. 
"Someone's angry today." The woman spoke, her voice sounding sickly sweet. 
Peresphone looked down in shame. "W-who are y-you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm nobody special. Name's Hectate."
Peresphone was flabbergasted. "H-hecate?" 
Persephone had heard tales of the Titan known as Hectate. She oversaw necromancy, spells, and all things spooky. She was tall, around 6'4, with a slender black dog and a polecat at her feet. Persephone couldn't help but wonder if the legends about Hectate were true, that her beloved polecat and black dog were once her enemies she transformed into animals. 
"W-what do y-you want?" 
Hectate sat down and she plucked one of the beautiful red poppies. With a snap of her fingers, it turned into a black orchid. 
"To give you what you want." She smirked
 "To give me what I want? I don't really know what I want." 
"Oh, let me show you what you want." 
Hectate stood up, her hands glowing neon purple. She muttered an ancient spell and the field seemed to darken.  After a few seconds a bolt of purple lighting struck the field. Immediately, what was remaining of the red flowers began to wither away and die, black dahlias and orchids sprouting in its place. The pastel blue sky began to darken into a shade of light green. Black stars glowed in the sky. The rabbits began to turn into black foxes and the butterflies turned into tarantulas. The whole scene was enough to make your average Joe run away screaming. 
But Peresphone not only liked it, she loved it. It was different, it was change. She wanted more. 
"What you want is to be away from that insufferable mother of yours. You want change, you want adventure." Said Hecate, interrupting Persephone's thoughts
"How did you know-" 
"Its blatantly obvious. You clearly want to be your own person away from Demeter and I can't say I blame you."
"Well what are you going to do about it," Persephone kicked a pebble "It's not like it's your problem anyways."
"Look kid, I got a deal for you."
"A deal?"
"Yes, a deal. You deaf or something," Hectate scoffed" If you didn't know already, a certain Hades has developed an infatuation with you." 
Persephone started laughing. 
"Hades, the ruler of the underworld, has an infatuation with me? Yeah right! You're hilarious, Hectate." 
"Oh I'm dead serious. It's the hottest gossip on Mount Olympus. Of course, your mother has no idea." 
Persephone stopped laughing. "W-what?"
"Yes he does. In fact, if you marry him you can stay in the Underworld." 
If Persephone knew anything about the Underworld, it was to stay clear. That place was filled with nasty things from ghosts to rivers of fire. At least, that's what her mother had told her. 
Persephone gagged. "Ew...I am not living in the Underworld. My mother told me- "
 Hecate pinched Persephone's cheek. "We're not going to get very far if you keep relying on what your mother told you. Now let me show you where you belong." 
 With a snap of Hectate's fingers, they both landed in the Underworld and Persephone was flabbergasted by what she saw. 
Instead of the cruel world Demeter had described, it was a world with a black sky and shimmering stars. Pomegranate trees grew from the ground and a castle made of obsidian could be seen in the distance. 
  "It's nothing like you imagined, I know." 
 "I-i could live here?"
 "Yeah, and be free of your mother." 
Hecate held out her hand. In it were 6 pomegranate seeds. "Eat these to seal the deal. Unfortunately, you'll still have to live with your mother for half the year. That way when she finds out, she won't completely go mad. And you'll have to marry Hades too. Don't worry, though, he's a nice guy." 
Peresphone hesitated at first but eventually ate all of the pomegranate seeds one by one. 
Peresphone gulped and waited for a few minutes. She felt nothing. 
"Is this working?"
"Shut up and wait." 
Suddenly, Persephone felt very hot. 
"Is this normal?"
 "Eating the pomegranate seeds allows you to stay in the Underworld. It also will make you feel hot for a short while." 
Hectate looked at Persephone up and down. 
"Okay, we have to fix how you look. If you're going to be the Queen of the Underworld, you cannot look like your mom picks out your clothes."
"She only does it sometimes!" huffed Peresphone  
And with a clap of Hectate's hands, Peresphone's bright pink dress was transformed into a maroon dress with pomegranates embroidered on it.
"Lets go meet Hades now." Said Hectate, taking Persephone's hand. 
                              
                                                     THE END   

This was an entry for a writing contest held in conjunction with Center for Fiction and The Decameron Project
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