To make the story easier to tell, I have changed several things. If you don't like the story, that's fine, everybody has their own taste. This is how this story went in my head and I will not change it.

Prologue

Persephone Jackson was the type of girl that everybody adored. She had bright green eyes and a laugh that sounded like a thousand wind chimes singing in harmony. Her rich, almost black hair floated down her back in long waves. She had a lithe, but strong body, built for survival. If she had something to say, she would say it. Two wars had left her knowing that, no matter what, she had to stay on the bright side of things.

"Mom! I'm home!" she yelled, setting her bag on the floor and trotting through the house, looking for the beautiful woman who could make any place into a home.

"Oh, look. The hero returns." A dark, rich voice called from behind her. Flinching, Percy drew her pen out of her pocket and clicked it. Immediately, it turned into a long, deadly golden sword.

"Too late." The voice was now behind her, the light bulb above her flickered, leaving her in momentary darkness. A wet and slithery monster touched her hand and she shrieked, swinging her sword at whatever it was.

"Who are you?" she cried out, trying to see in the darkness. Something fell off a shelf and shattered to her left and she swung that way, only for the lights to shift back on. Persephone would have much rather have kept the lights off. The sight in front of her made her gag and fall to the ground. Two unrecognizable bodies lay on the ground in front of her. Blood coated the floor beneath them, turning their clothes to a rich red.

"No!" she screamed, falling to the ground. She knew who they were, but couldn't move.

"No." this time, it was a whisper with an air of disbelief. Her eyes held hundreds of emotions at once, turning her eyes into a murky blizzard of greens and blues.

"Yes. This is your reward, pretty princess. This is what you deserve and this is only the beginning." She didn't have the strength to turn, she was in too much shock. The faceless voice laughed once more. It sounded more like a death cry then a laugh. The front door slammed shut, and Persephone was alone. Tears streamed down her face as her sword fell out of her grip and she keeled over, throwing up multiple times. What was she supposed to do? Where was she to go?