Sep 28, 2017
“When they ask you what happened,” she said, her voice as soft as a feather, as sweet as a song, “Tell them that while girls longed for jewels and light, fleeting jubilation, I had longed for power, for the darkness, for the unknown. Tell them that the Goddess of Spring went to the Underworld for nothing but her own benefit, and that it is there that she wished to stay: among the dead, their voices crying out in sorrow and grief, and with her husband, the only god she deemed worthy of her virtue. Tell them that I had partaken of the pomegranate so that I might stay, rather than be brought back to a land where I did not belong.”
