In the dark room furnished with splendid tapestries and silk curtains, Persephone lay sobbing by herself. Her mind still relived the terrible journey down into the strange unpleasant world. She remembered flying on the beaten gold chariot across the black rivers and the innumerable moving shades lingered by a massive gate. She saw a gigantic beast with three bobbing heads, barking in a fit of excitement.
The frightened maiden cried and tried to wriggle herself free, but the strong grip that held her was unshakable. Her pleas and protests went unheard. All she saw from the black-robed woman, who had taken her against her will, was the same pale mask-like face. And when those sparkling black eyes turned to her, they pierced through her soul with such intensity she almost fainted. Persephone
