Epilogue

It might sound a bit like a cliché, but love comes when we expect it less. We, humans, did everything in the name of love. Our ideal in life is to find that perfect soul mate that will stay with us forever. We fight in the name of love, we suffer in the name of love and sometimes we even die in the name of love. It is funny isn't it? Our entire life we try to find something and when we do, we come to realize that there isn't that much time left for us to enjoy it. That is when death kicks in and takes away everything we cherish. Truth to be told we have no idea what happens after that, but for thousands of years we tried to guess. No one lived to tell if we were right, though. Ah, yes…we mortals are meant to never succeed. Our moment of glory lasts only a few seconds and then it disappears forever. And so, we see life and death as two different entities. We think "they" have to hate each other and just like us, they must be in some sort of a war regarding the number of souls. Of course, in this type of war death will always win, but then how it comes that life still prospers? How comes that we still move forward trying to reach something that might not even exists. Yes, we, mortals, are weak when facing love. It is our biggest weakness and our only virtue. But what about a superior creature? Are "they" having any weaknesses? Well, my friends, this is how legends appeared. In our human need to feel important we reduced Gods to our level and so we created stories about their immortality. We made them evil and selfish. We transformed their leader into a man with no moral boundaries and we forgot the fact that once they were the ones that created us, the ones who gave us the chance to do something different. During time their number became bigger or smaller, they've been given new names and different identities. We still pray to Gods, even today. And we still fight and I think we hate each other more and more each they because we forgot what love means. Mortals find different reasons to start wars or chaos but when it comes to help each other we are blinded by our greed for power. We cherish life and hate death. And, in our foolery, we think we are immortals. But the sad story is that we are not…our time has an end, because even light falls into the darkness. My dear readers, to be honest, I have no idea if my story ever happened or if it is based on a true story, but I like to think that love will always find a way and I try to believe that "good" and "evil", as we see it, belong together. This will be a story about light and darkness, this will be the story of life and death, this my friends, is the story of Hades and Persephone. Enjoy!

Ok, my dear readers, this is how the story begins. The first chapter will be published next week, but I am not sure about the day...most probably in the week-end. Don't be shy and leave a comment/review if you like the idea of the story. Your opinion matters to me! Your humble writer, Tori.