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Prologue
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"The gods, while ever-changing, are known for their actions and powers. Each can take a number of forms, hiding as animals, plants, and even the air around us. Even so, Athena can be recognized by her gleaming eyes, all mortals know the temperament of Earthshaker Poseidon, Fleet Foot Hermes is known for his speed and tricks while no one can mistake the archery of Apollo and Artemis. The gods change, with the times and for their own purposes, but they are always true to their own nature.
Zeus always acts as the King he was declared as, though he is also known as Lightning Wielder, Cloud Gatherer, and Storm Maker. Hera, the everlasting Queen, could never be mistaken as anyone else and the Red-Haired Demeter nearly riveled Fair Crowned Aphrodite in beauty.
Then, there is the Dreaded Queen of the Underworld, Bringer of Death, and Mother of Nightmares. She is beauty like Aphrodite, wise like Athena, brave as Artemis, and majestic as to Queen Hera. None can withstand her, all knees bend to her will, but she is a kind Queen, willing to listen to any who come to her praying.
She rules the Underworld, sitting before the Shades who stand ready for judgment. The Furies do her will, and even Death is under her control. None rival her, and if they do, they were quickly taken care of.
But before we meet her, the Dreaded Queen, there is someone else I’d like to introduce you to. Above the Land of the Dead, below the Clouds of Olympus, there is a land filled with light and life. Red-Haired Demeter rules over this land, though she is a fair Lady. She never forces others to work under her and though she carries the ichor of the gods, she treats all mortals fairly. She isn't known as the Queen, though it was understood that the land was under her control and watchful eyes.
In her garden lived nymphs of all kinds, monsters, creatures, animals, and mortals. She spent most of her time traveling across the mortal realm, visiting all sorts of places. She followed the same path every year, plants growing where she walked and dying when she moved to the next area.
The mortals prayed to her, asking for a bountiful harvest, for nourishing found and good soil to use. Offerings were burned all across Demeter’s garden and she accepted them all, doing what she could to help her loyal followers.
While Demeter traveled her large garden, there was also a private garden of hers. This one was much smaller, hidden in a corner unknown by the mortals. In this private garden is a simple house for only a select few nymphs and one very special goddess. This simple house is where our story begins, the story of a maiden known as Kore.”