Daughter of the Earth and Sky

I’d been here before. My bare feet glided over the leaf-strewn path, unharmed by the rocks and twigs crunching beneath me. Massive live oaks draped with Spanish moss created a canopy above me, transforming the forest path into a tunnel of speckled sunlight. The air was heavy with humidity. The moist heat pressed against my skin and stole the breath from my lungs. By the time I reached the path’s end, my Eeyore nightshirt clung to my skin.

“Dungeoness.” I came to a halt when I recognized the sprawling ruins of the ancient ivy-covered brick and stone manor.

Athens Academy took my class on a week-long trip to Georgia’s coastal islands freshman year. Cumberland Island was a major highlight because of the sea turtles, wild horses, and these ruins.

“Good job, Persephone,” I muttered, kicking at a branch. “You’ve figured out where you are, but how did you get here?” I knelt to pick up a smooth, white stone, tucking damp tendrils of hair behind my ears so I could see better. The rock looked and felt real. I ran my hand over the smooth stone, turning it over and tracing the shape. The weight of it in my hand reassured me.

I turned, hoping the path held some answers, but it was no longer there. I stood on the grass-covered shoreline looking out to sea. In the distance, a girl stood thigh-high in the ocean, clad in a gown of strategically placed sea foam. Although her back was to me, I could tell she was perfect. The curly ringlets of hair cascading down her flawless cream skin matched the intense orange of the sky as the sun sank in the sea.

I glanced down at my sun-kissed skin, self-conscious. She was
really
pretty. A movement caught my attention and I glanced up as she looked over her shoulder, aquamarine eyes meeting mine. Then she spoke. I was shocked to hear Boreas’ cold voice roll off her tongue. “Zeus lives.”

I stumbled backward. Boreas, the god of winter. My mind flashed back to that horrible day in the clearing last winter. Boreas’ cold laughter. His fingers digging in my hair as he pulled me across the frozen ground. Melissa’s eyes widening as she choked on her last breath. The rush of power that gave me the strength to put Death himself, and Boreas, under my control.

A soul for a soul. I’d bargained with Thanatos, the god of death, and killed Boreas without a second thought, saving my best friend.

I wish for you to die,
I’d told him.

He’d had no choice but to comply.

Now images shoved their way through my thoughts: Cumberland Island, two sunsets, lightning cracking in the sky. My mind screamed against the onslaught.

Dreaming, you’re dreaming.
The old me, the one who didn’t know that all the myths were real, would have found that realization reassuring. But I knew better now. Gods could dream walk to send messages or attack each other in their sleep. And like it or not, I was one of the few living gods left. My “marriage” to Hades and my high-profile mother had made me a target before. There were measures to protect myself from dream walking gods, I’d just forgotten to use them.

How could I have been so stupid?
I gritted my teeth against the pain and forced myself to think the word that would make it all stop.

Dosvidaniya
.

I bolted up in bed with a gasp. A weight in my hand made me look down. I unclenched my fist, revealing the white stone from Dungeoness.

My blood rushed in my ears as I looked around the room.
It worked.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

I frowned. I’d chosen
Dosvidaniya
because the word had played a pivotal role in some half-remembered cartoon I’d seen years ago. Hypnos, the god of sleep, told me to choose a word or phrase someone else could never guess and to think it every night before bed, and never ever let anyone hear what it was. Like a network password, or a pin, only this password would protect my mind.

And you forgot. Really, Persephone
? I groaned and flopped back on the bed. But it had been months since Zeus had sent Boreas to abduct me, and nothing had happened since. I’d grown complacent.

That’s no excuse
. I glanced at my phone and saw it was almost three in the morning. I had two choices. I could either wake up my mom and tell her about my dream, or risk another attack and do some dream walking of my own to Hades and tell him.

My mom, or my hot husband? Well that was a no-brainer.

I closed my eyes.
Hades.
I directed my thoughts to him. I could sense the energy of all the other sleeping deities, both alive and dead. It was a weird sensation, like catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye only to have it move before I turned my head.

It was easier to find gods I knew. I sensed Hypnos’ energy right away, flickering like a strobe light beyond the horizon. He was always the easiest to find because I’d learned to dream walk from him in the Underworld.

I found Hades next, a bundle of dark energy guarded like a fortress. I sent out the mental equivalent of a knock and found myself in the Underworld, standing in his library.

“This better be good,” he grumbled. He looked sleepy sitting in his usual oversized leather chair. His arms were crossed and his foot tapped impatiently. The library faded into muted reds and browns, fuzzy and unfocused. Hades on the other hand, was in hyper focus, the sharp angles of his face almost too real in this strange setting.

My heart leapt at the sight of him. His dark curly hair fell into his bright blue eyes. His lips curved in a smile, despite his grouchy tone. My eyes wandered to his firm arms, and I flushed remembering being wrapped in his embrace.

Last winter he’d rescued me from my first encounter with Boreas by taking me to the Underworld. The only catch was that he had to marry me to bring me to the Underworld without being…well, dead. Supposedly it didn’t mean anything. Marriage between the gods wasn’t about love; it was mostly political and job-like. But I didn’t think it would be like that for us. Or maybe it would, once he realized what I’d been hiding from him.

Hades’ eyes flickered over my face, and he rose from his chair. “What happened? Are you okay?”

I jerked in surprise at the worry in his voice.
He’s probably wondering why you invaded his dream if all you’re going to do is stare at him, weirdo.
I shook my head to clear it. “Can Boreas still dream walk?”

His face darkened at Boreas’ name. “No, he died stripped of his divinity.”

“You’re sure?” I couldn’t keep the tremor out of my voice. I didn’t exactly want to have Boreas in my head again, but if it hadn’t been him, then that meant it had been someone
else.
And the only other person I could think of was Zeus.

“I’m sure. He’s in Tartarus anyway. Even if he somehow retained the ability, the souls in Tartarus are blocked from dream walking.” Hades gave me a thoughtful look and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair. “What’s this about?”

I told him about the whole nightmare in a jumbled rush.

Hades blinked. “Slow down.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “Start again.”

“She was him, I mean, he was her, her voice, it was his. And then he, or she, or whatever, it showed me all of these pictures, and I—”

Hades listened, worry giving way to confusion. “Yeah, okay. That’s not working.” He leaned down and kissed me.

The connection between us flared to life, and all the images from my dream flowed to him. I still wasn’t used to that. Gods married by exchanging power, and that created weird links in their minds. Hades and I had only exchanged a token amount to make the marriage binding, so our connection was limited to when we touched, but if we exchanged more, we could—

Why was I thinking about any of that while Hades was kissing me!

I
really
wanted to relax into his embrace and just enjoy the kiss, but instead I turned my thoughts to an even worse topic. Thanatos.

I’d charmed him to get Melissa’s soul back. Charm could work like mind control if you used it right. It shouldn’t have worked on another god unless there was a
huge
power differential in my favor. There wasn’t. I’d not even come into my powers yet, but I didn’t question it when it worked. I’d just been happy to get my friend back.

Have you told…anyone that you charmed me?
Thanatos had asked.

He’d looked so embarrassed that I’d felt sorry for him. He’d been my friend. One of the few people who I could talk to in the Underworld.

“I hate asking you this, but could you promise not to tell anyone anything about me? It’s just that I’d never live it down if anyone ever found out I’d been charmed.”

“I promise,”
I’d assured him like the idiot I was.
“I can’t promise Hades won’t figure it out, but he won’t have any help from me.”

I remembered the relief on his face, how grateful he’d been. How stupidly happy I’d been to do something nice for him after everything he’d done for me. It wasn’t until later, when Hades explained I’d only been able to charm Boreas because he’d sworn fealty to Zeus, that I realized how completely and utterly I’d screwed up. Thanatos, Hades’ best friend and right-hand man was working with Zeus. And I couldn’t tell a soul.

Gods can’t lie. My promise was binding. I’d tried everything in the months that had followed. Writing it down, pantomime,
anything.
Nothing worked, and trying made me feel like I was being ripped apart.

Hades’ lips were warm on mine. I tried to slip thoughts of Thanatos through the kiss, but my mind rebelled at the idea, and I only managed to convey a troubled feeling. Given the nature of my dream, Hades didn’t seem surprised I was worried.

He drew back. For a second, he didn’t move. Just looked down at me, his hands resting on my shoulders. Then he jerked his head and cleared his throat, moving back to his chair. “That’s…something.”

“So who did that? What did it mean?” I perched on the arm of his chair. I usually had a better sense of personal space, but Hades was the only thing in this room that looked real and solid. Staying close to him made me feel grounded.

I frowned, comparing the nauseating swirls of unfocused furniture coloring this room with my dream. “Whoever sent that message put a lot of energy into making it feel real.”

“It had Poseidon’s signature all over it. He considers himself to be quite the
artiste
.” Hades waved his hands in the air. A dark, mocking smile played on his lips.

“Poseidon’s still alive?”
Could he be working with Zeus?

Hades nodded. “He won’t be working with Zeus, either. They didn’t—I mean, don’t—get along. From what I could gather from your dream, something is happening in two days at sunset on Cumberland Island. I don’t know why the girl was in the dream, but she did mention Zeus.”

“This is the first lead we’ve gotten,” I murmured, linking my hand with his. We hadn’t learned anything new since Boreas’ earth-shattering revelation that Zeus was alive and looking for me.

“I can see what Poseidon wants, why he sent you that image.” Hades’ eyes met mine. “You don’t need to come.”

“Yes, I do.” A thought occurred to me. “Can you? Leave the Underworld I mean? For that long?”

Hades nodded. “I’ll leave Cassandra and the others in charge. I’m due some vacation time. How much time do you need to talk to your mother about leaving?”

I took an inward hiss of breath. I hadn’t thought of that yet. “Thirty minutes?”

“See you soon.”

I woke with a start, peeled free of my jersey sheets, and scrambled down from my loft bed. I didn’t bother turning on the light, just picked my way across my room by the light of the moon peeking through my lacy curtains and raced down the stairs to the kitchen. My mother sat at the round wooden table, a forgotten cup of tea next to her as she flipped idly through a magazine. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun. A few wisps of hair had escaped and framed her heart-shaped face. People said I looked just like her, but shorter. I didn’t see it.

She turned another page in her magazine. Seeing her down here like this was so normal, so mundane, that the sight brought me up short and took me back to the time before I knew gods and goddesses existed outside mythology. Before I knew my mother was actually Demeter and my father was Zeus. Before I’d been stalked by Boreas and forced into hiding in the Underworld. Before Hades…

My mother glanced up. “You’re up late. Is something wrong?”

I recounted my dream, much calmer now that I knew it wasn’t from Zeus. Or maybe just because I was talking to my mom in our bright yellow kitchen.
Yellow
, I decided,
is a good color.
It made me think of the sun and warmth and spring. I felt safe in this kitchen. There was something soothing in watching my mom move around the kitchen while she made me a cup of hot chocolate. It was in the high 80s outside, but in Georgia you drink hot drinks for the flavor, not for warmth.

“It was real,” I finished, dropping the white rock on the table. “When I woke up, this was in my hand.”

“Honey, I don’t need to tell you how important it is to guard your mind. Try not to forget again.”

My temper flared up so fast it even took me by surprise. But that had been happening a lot lately. “No, you don’t need to remind me.” I snatched the rock off the table and scooted my chair back. It squeaked in protest along the stone-tiled floor. “Especially since you never told me to guard it in the first place.”