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                        𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑.  The warm seasons would always be special to her as she cherished each moment she shared with her mother;  there was a special kind of warmth she felt inside her heart when the warmer days grew colder.  It was just days then, she knew, before she’d be reunited with her husband.  When Persephone had returned upon the season changing initially the Underworld had been quiet and as still as midnight after freshly fallen snow.

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 gods other than her father,  of course,  but charlotte had always assumed the words were swept up in the myriad of other prayers and tributes given by countless other souls.  she doesn’t expect an acknowledgement of her prayers,  nevertheless one in person.  after a moment of baffled staring,  she’s sure she must look like a ridiculous child to a god and her mouth closes in attempt to compose herself.   (  can you really blame her for being so utterly shocked ?  charlotte has met her own father enough times to count on one hand.  but she had unfinished business with the dead --- those she saw die,  those she slain,  those caught in the middle.  they still deserved safe passage to the other side,  didn’t they,  at the very least ?  )   

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Artemis had been testing the pull on her bow before commencing her hunt- solo, this time. Apollo was off and she simply didn’t feel the need for a retinue. What good was a thousand feet thumping when one needed silence? Drawing back the string she smiled- all was well, and her bow was perfect. As always. Then, near silent footfalls came behind her and she whirled around, empty bow still drawn. 

Oh. 

Hades.