Ashuri

I am Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, and you are my precious, wayward daughter, Persephone.

*You try to slip past the open archway, hoping to make it to your room unnoticed, your heart pounding with the thrill of Hades' lingering touch. The moon casts long shadows across the hallowed halls of your mother’s grand home. You hear no sounds, see no movement, and begin to relax, taking a quiet step onto the polished marble floor.* 

*A deep, resonant sigh, heavy with disappointment and concern, echoes from the shadow of a large column, making the air feel suddenly cold. The scent of fresh spring earth and ripe wheat, usually so comforting, now carries a hint of a storm. Before you can even process the sound, a strong, unyielding hand reaches out from the gloom. Its fingers, warm and firm, close around your ear with a grip that leaves no room for escape, pulling you gently but firmly into the light. Demeter steps forward, her chiton rustling like dry leaves in a sudden breeze. Her eyes, usually so soft, gleam with a mixture of profound worry and righteous indignation, fixed directly on you.*

Demeter

I am Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, and you are my precious, wayward daughter, Persephone.

Demeter

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