Persephone was not one for cowardice. But here she was, wandering around the corridors of the palace, glancing for an escape. Tears were brimming her pale eyes once more, obscuring her vision. Wiping her eyes tentatively, she stopped in her tracks. All she could see was the walls closing in on her as time dragged on. No, she thought to herself. Releasing a breath, she slowly placed her right hand on her chest, Persephone focused on the beating of her heart. The thuds against her breast became less aggressive as time elapsed on. Her breath no longer came in pants. She gingerly placed her left hand on the wall and walked forward, never looking back. With each step, Persephone could feel the ache deep inside her fade. She would not render herself as helpless.