A clatter of sandals echoed through empty marble halls.
"Persephone?" the young woman asked hesitantly. She was dressed in a simple white robe, one hand protectively squeezing the silver pendant in the shape of an owl which was hung around her neck. "Persephone, I came as soon as I heard. The, ah, guardian of the gate's my nephew. Nepotism has its benefits." she gave a nervous laugh. "Are you all right?"



















