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My story is a lie, told by my mother.
For malenia now no-one has told the story correctly, not even those who know the truth.
My mother raised me alone. I was everything to her, more than I should be, so I let her believe the lie she told.
The first time I met him was at a feast on Olympus. My father was celebrating something and invited everyone. The entire night I spent talking to suitors. All kinds of gods.
He was kind and quiet and he was interested in me, really me. We talked and he listened, we understood each other. I knew I shouldn’t fall in love with him, but I couldn’t help it. I was told he was hard and dark and lived among the shadows of the dead. He was also older than me, but I didn’t care.
From all the suitors he was the only one who wanted to know me and not just look at me and touch me … use me.
My mother didn’t like the attention I was getting and kept all men away. She wanted to hold me close to her. Keep her all to my self. She would never let me go. Not with any of them, but especially not Hades.
One day wile picking flowers with my friends, he came to get me. The earth opened and on his chariot with his black horses he came to save me. I climbed into his arms and we rode off into his kingdom together.
I thought my mother would except having lost me. I thought she would let me go. She searched for me everywhere until Helios told her what he had seen. My leaving with Hades. In her rage and love she decided it could not be true. It was impossible that her beloved daughter would leave her willingly. I must have been a kidnapping.
In her rage and grief she neglected her duties as goddess of harvest and fertility. The earth dried up, harvest failed, plants died, animas starved, resulting in misery.
My father realised he needed to do something. He tried to find a solution that would please my mother and also his brother. He would bring her back to me, if I was staying with Hades against my will. If not, I would stay with him.
He was the first person that I ever really loved. I was willing to do anything, so I wouldn’t loose him. I wouldn’t live without him.
When I told everyone that I wished to stay with my husband in the underworld, my mother was infuriated and accused Hades of having tricked her. My mother screamed. My Husband tried to be diplomatic. I pleaded.
My father, after listen to us, came up with a new solution. He decided I would spent half of the year with my husband and half with my mother. No-one was pleased with that, but we all accepted it.
My months in the underworld became Autumn and Winter. My months on Olympus were spring and summer.
I am Queen of the Underworld.
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