Eros polished his sacred arrows as he lounged on his favorite Sicilian hillside, one of many that rolled out of the distant Hyblaean mountains. He watched over a group
of young women who had snagged his sights as they played among the
wildflowers. The heart of one particular girl, his godly eyes observed, had ripened nearly to bursting into loving bloom more colorful than the flowers that enthralled her. She was radiant and sun-kissed, her skin darkened by the sun and long
tresses lightened by it.
“Mother,” he asked the sculpturesque figure lounging on the hillside beside him, “who is that maiden?”
With
a glance at the meadows below, Aphrodite answered, “That is Persephone,
the daughter of fruit-bearing Demeter, and of our most esteemed
Zeus.” This last part was said with a note of sarcasm.
“She is unwed.”
“By
her own volition. She desires to keep her virginity, as Athena and
Artemis have.” Aphrodite sighed prettily, laying her gilded head back
into the grass. “They all forsake me and my freely-given gift of love!
It’s no wonder Zeus and the others mock me. My domain is shrinking.”
The
gears in Eros’ head turned. As she was, Persephone lacked the experience necessary to bear the affections of the other gods--Eros would not recklessly turn his arrows in their direction. The love in Persephone's heart would wilt before it had a chance
to flourish. But the girl herself was highborn and much more powerful
than she looked—the daughter of the king of the gods and the goddess
who commanded the earth itself to put forth its yearly harvest.
And
so, Eros undid his quiver and nocked one of his thousand arrows. On
bent knee, he let it fly, straight into Persephone’s heart.
In
her surprise, the flowers Persephone had gathered fell from her arms
and scattered. She searched her hands for spider-bites or briars, but
found none.
What was that jolt of pain?
At that
moment, she heard the voice of her friend Cyane calling out to her from
the glade at the edge of the meadow. Eros watched Persephone make her way into
the tangle of trees, satisfied that his plan was working.
~
At
the same moment, Hades was dismounting his chariot to let his horses
drink from the glade's water. Cyane surfaced to greet him.
“What brings you to the overworld, Your Highness?” she asked.
“Impulse,
mostly,” he said, patting one horse fondly. “I was just passing by on
my way to Olympus, and I thought I heard someone call me.”
He heard Persephone approach before he had a chance to see her—and by then, it was too late.
Thick
vines burst from the ground and wrapped themselves around his arms. His
horses reared back in shock as their master was dragged deeper into the
trees by a force unknown, until Persephone appeared. She walked with an
even gait past the pond.
Cyane cried out, “Wait! What are you doing? You can't take him against his will. What has compelled you to do this?”
Persephone said, “Just impulse.”
~
Hypnos
and Thanatos, sons of the night herself, stood before Zeus. Their great
wings and worn robes were no less dark than the rage that clouded their
faces.
Hypnos called, “Our king, Hades, no longer
sits on his throne. My brother and I have searched through the skies and
found him wandering through Cyane’s glade, trapped in a labyrinth of
earth and flora. Your own daughter imprisons him there!”
From
another corner of Zeus’ Olympian court, Aphrodite appeared, seafoam at
the hem of her dress and a smirk on her features. “It was Eros’ work. Do
you all understand? With my power, even a maiden has the power to hold
the King of the Underworld captive.”
“What
Eros did is not against the law,” Zeus said. “Hades can solve
his own problems. If you
truly wish to return him to the underworld, know this:
Persephone’s power over him grows each time the food grown from the Earth touches his lips.”
~
Persephone
watched over Hades as he wandered through the green maze she had
constructed from thorns and loam. He was not alarmed so much as curious.
These were colors and smells he had long forgotten while on his throne.
Each turn through the maze gave him a variety of flora to
marvel at. Eventually, he found his way to the center of the maze, where
Persephone stood waiting. Her eyes were as curious as his.
“Where have I been brought?” Hades asked. “I hardly recognize these plants. They smell so appetizing, but look so strange.”
“They
are my most loyal followers,” Persephone said. She plucked several sprigs from the surrounding foliage, each with a taste as strong and distinct as the
last. Slyly, she offered him twelve pieces. He
picked up the first, a leaf of mint, and chewed it delicately until he
could taste the sap.
“It's good.”
And so, to
Persephone’s delight, he continued tasting as many flavors as he could.
He was on the sixth herb, watercress, when a sudden loud squawk
interrupted them. Hades turned to see two black crows. With a shake of
their feathers and another disgruntled squawk, the pair took to the air
again.
Hades said, “I recognize those two--Thanatos and Hypnos. They’ll be needing me in the underworld.”
But
the food he had tasted had already begun to affect him. He gazed at Persephone, forgetting the caws of the two crows
circling overhead.
Zeus was pleased with his
daughter’s cunning scheme; however, it was his responsibility to
intervene. For each spice Hades had tasted, Zeus said, Persephone could keep him for a month. During the other months,
Hades and Persephone would tend to their responsibilities.
This
is why there are six months of cold weather followed by six months of warmth and abundance—though
sometimes, springtime storms demonstrate Persephone's displeasure at
being separated from her lover.
Author's note:
The
main goal with this story was to tell a long story with short scenes.
The original story involves Hades kidnapping Persephone against her
will. This story changes the catalyst--instead of Hades' heart, Eros'
arrow pierces Persephone's instead--and explores how the original tale
would change with this reversal. I worked around a few fixed plot points
from the original; the love arrow, Cyane's involvement, and Zeus'
intervention are the main ones.
It was fun to come up
with details that would make this story work. Persephone's traps fit her
domain as a goddess of spring, so plenty of vines, thorns, and other
things that grow. Instead of a pomegranate, she feeds Hades spices. I
also enjoyed giving Persephone more agency. Instead of being carried
away and accidentally condemning herself to the underworld by eating the
food there, she uses her powers to progress the story, and hopefully
her association with Zeus and Demeter is made stronger. Since she
represents spring, I think she should represent the more violent aspects
of the season--wind, storms, floods--just as much as the well-known
aspects, like abundant flora.
Hades is one of my favorite Greek gods, and this is one of his
more famous myths. He's done some questionable things, but not nearly as many as his brothers Zeus or Poseidon. So, I wanted to write Hades as more laid-back and curious, since he
doesn't often visit the overworld.
Edits, 2/18: Research and Learn, Author's note, Start Strong/End Strong
Sources:
Parts 2-4 from Ovid's Metamorphoses translated by Tony Kline
Wikipedia: Map of Sicily
Image:
Pixabay: Marble goddess statue