Chapter 1
She was walking through the halls of a rather large museum, completely lost.
Marissa, an absolute nag who had always had it out for her, told Persephone the exact wrong way to go when she asked where the school group was.
Why did Marissa have it out for her you ask? Well, it was for the idiotically stupid reason of the fact that Persephone accidentally soaked the annoying girl at the school water fountain. Accidentally, being the key term. Even more idiotically than Marissa's idiotic reason though, was the fact that Persephone listened to her.
She looked around at the identical hallways she had been staring at for the past 5 minutes.
'I should’ve never apologized for splashing her.' She thought bitterly. 'She was always the biggest wuss.'
She hated these halls that all looked the same and seemed to go on forever. Way to confuse the people filling your pockets, museum.
They were pretty though, she thought, deciding to give them that at least. All white marble floors and carved polished wood fixings. Extremely fascinating, except for the fact that they were all the same.
There were marble statues nearly everywhere, and large golden chandeliers that had about a million crystals on them. These were slightly more interesting, if only for the fact that they were at least different from each other.
The hallway started to curve as she walked, soon leading her into a circular, domed space that seemed to be a junction point for, you guessed it, more damned hallways.
She almost gave up right then and there. There was no way that she was ever finding the group again. She would have had more luck pitching herself out a window and landing on the school bus that brought them on this cursed field trip.
She stopped for a quick second, her legs starting to ache from the walking. There was a statue nearby, and so naturally, like any other 11-year-old with a short attention span, she fixated her eyes upon it.
Persephone’s Garden
It depicted Persephone holding a large bouquet with vines crawling up her body. There were plants all around her marble feet.
The Persephone carved into stone was beautiful, yet mysteriously so.
The girl’s name was certainly Persephone, yet in her opinion, she didn’t look nearly as whimsical as the statue did. She pondered the possibility and then shuddered. A whimsical-looking 11-year-old was only fit for fantasy stories and books, not reality.
Creak.
She jumped and looked around for the noise, but once she realized where it came from, it was too late.
What seemed like 100 tons crashed down on her in the form of an awfully pretty chandelier. A flash of pain and dizziness overtook her before everything faded to black.