You have heard my story retold countless times over the eons, new names, places and centuries but it is still my story. You might have dug deeper into the stories and myths and read more, or you might just know it in passing. But that only scratches the surface of who I am. Who I really am is very complicated. I don’t fit into either niche they want to place me in. On one side I am the daughter of Demeter, that is always included when they tell my story, I am loved and doted on by momma, but protected and sheltered too. But not many stories tell you about my father, Zeus. Mighty king of the gods. things can be pretty awkward when he sends down his missives from the high chair on Olympus. I am one part the goddess of spring and one part Iron Queen.
“I know that I want to know you more. Though I could say, it was the wine that let that loose from my lips, to bring me to say it. But,” I shrugged slightly, “it’s the truth. I want to know you. And spend time with you.”