The Rich One has been distracted these past few days, Charon noted that. He wanted to find out why but thought better than to incur the wrath of his master. Hades settled to quiet contemplating.

Hades thought of the Earth and how his life had been before he became ruler of the underworld. He compared it to the present time where his eyes always had a cold stare and he walked around with a handsome but expressionless face. He was Hades, in all his black glory. Whoever sees him, lo and behold, his gaze can make you fall down to your knees in fear, his eyes were cold- stone cold - and he was as dark as his kingdom. He had a strong body, perfect shoulders and toned features. Still, he wasn't old, as a god, he was ageless, he was handsome, only, his features have been clouded by everybody's impression on him.

Why did this terrible god suddenly miss the earth after long years in his cold, dark realm?

Suddenly the Dark Lord needed accompaniment; something he never needed within centuries. But now, he needed it, he longed for someone; someone to share his life, his throne, his power and his love with.

She was the reason. He still didn't know it but she was certainly the reason and she was all he longed for. How craftily the Fates had planned. She was a maiden of only 16 springs, she had blonde hair with wisps of pink that reaches up to her waist, she had a slender body and she always had a twinkle in her eyes, oh those eyes, those beautiful emerald green eyes; she was beautiful, like any other goddess, yet something in her will manage to stir something within the heart of the Lord of The Underworld himself. She will be the one he is looking for.

She will be.

Hades had been confused but he finally knew the answers from none other than the daughters of Neccessity, the Fates themselves.

Thou succor is with lady fair

Emerald eyes, cherry-streaked hair

Up above the earth she dwells

With the flowers, the sun and the gales

She dances freely on orchards divine

And thy radiance, the sun could not outshine

Now, do not fret and listen closely

This is how it is meant to be

The daughter of harvest is to be yours

Even if it means, you'll take her by force

Go to her soon with thy chariot and steeds

And let only Zeus know of thy planned deeds

At first, he couldn't believe it, how could such a maiden be fated to be with him?

Then he had a glimpse of her, on his way to Olympus, he saw her with the Oceanids, playing in a garden, ever since, he knew what the fates meant, and she truly was a picture of beauty. For him, Hera of the golden throne and even Aphrodite of the eternal beauty in all their splendor is eclipsed by Persephone in her magnificence. For him, she is the perfect symmetry, better than life itself.

Maybe being fated to be with him wasn't such a bad idea after all.

He had that urging feeling that he had to see her again. He watched her every morning as she would gracefully dance with her friends, laughing and talking about the happenings in their immortal lives. He had watched her.

Sitting in Charon's boat, his mouth twitched a little into what looked like a very small smile and Hades stared blankly ahead.

Charon looked at him disapprovingly. His master was acting like he was in a trance and there was even an attempt of a smile. This was too much for the ferryman.

"Master, something has been flooding your mind these days."

But Hades didn't seem to hear; he was busy thinking. It was only when Charon shook his purse of oboles in front of him that he awoke from his daydream.

"What were you saying Charon?"

"Never mind, your majesty," Charon replied shaking his head.