Persephone

Chapter XXIII

I emerged from the earth with a confused frown. I should be in Athens, not the Arctic! Snow and ice covered the ground. A splash of red against the frozen wasteland caught my eye. I slid across the snowy surface. I bent my knees, touching my hand to the ground to slow to a stop when I approached a giant snow-covered tree with long icicles weighing down its mighty branches. A carpet of poppies surrounded the base, somehow unaffected by the snow towering around them.
My breath caught, and I surveyed the landscape with new eyes. It wasn’t possible. I’d never seen more than a few inches of snow in Athens in my entire life! There should be a lake in the distance, and a road. I didn’t bother looking for my car; my mother would have picked it up shortly after the attempted abduction. The blanket and the pomegranate would be long gone, but surely an entire park couldn’t be obliterated by snow!
I closed my eyes, envisioning Five Points. Hades hadn’t been sure if I could teleport in the living realm, but the theory was sound. The earth was my domain, shared by my mother. I should be able to move about as freely here as I could in the Underworld. With a sickening lurch, the land whipped around me, and I found myself standing in Earth Fare’s parking lot across from my mother’s flower shop.
Five Points was deserted. Every store was closed tightly against the icy invasion. I picked my way across the street until I reached the window of our shop. Empty. Everything was empty. No one was walking down the street, and no cars waited at the intersection.
Fingers clumsy with cold, I reached into the bag I’d prepared in the Underworld and pulled out the shop keys. It was no warmer inside. I flipped on the heat and perched on the wooden stool by the register. Unwilling to deal with the shop’s slow computer, I pulled out my phone, loading the webpage for the Banner-Herald. Story after story filled the screen. For the first time in written history snow covered the ground worldwide. Meteorologists were scrambling for answers.
Here and there I could see touches of my mother’s work to keep the world afloat: Plants inexplicably unharmed by frost, electricity that had remained on throughout the blizzard, women—my mother’s priestesses—coming to the aid of stranded motorists. While I’d been making my impetuous demands, the entire world had been freezing.
Mention of Orpheus’ new cult slammed the brakes on my thoughts. Orpheus had been careful not to mention Boreas, so as not to lend him power with belief. My mother’s namewas used frequently as someone who could help during this time of peril. The mysteriously helpful women were identified as belonging to something called the Eleusinian Mysteries or the cult of Demeter. At the base of the cult was a heartfelt tale of a woman trying desperately to be reunited with her lost daughter.
This blizzard couldn’t have been going on since my abduction. Orpheus and his wife had been hiking before she died. My fingers swiped across the screen, looking for the first of the stories. They began days after Orpheus had begun to make headlines.
I breathed deeply. It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought, but it was far worse than I’d been told. All of my updates for the living world came from Cassandra. I laughed out loud; Cassandra, the most trusted soul in the Underworld, could lie. My hands shook in anger.
Stop, think, I commanded myself with a deep breath. I could guess at their reasoning. They didn’t want me doing something stupid. Unforgivable perhaps, but I had bigger fish to fry. What did this mean for me?
Boreas was stronger than I’d thought. Winter and its elements would be the first thing on everyone’s mind right now. He would be gathering strength from that.
Why was he doing this? This had to be bigger than me. However powerful Boreas had become, he still couldn’t hold a candle next to Hades or my mom. If this was a pride thing, or revenge against my mother, why hadn’t he tried something like this before?
I glanced at the clock. Ten-thirty. Boreas would be at the park at noon for the exchange. Hades could discover me missing at any moment, and this would be one of the first places he would look for me. It was time to move on to the second stage of my plan. But first, warmer clothes. I’d underestimated the bite of the cold.
I debated saving my powers, but my head was already aching. I needed to burn more power if I hoped to be able to stay on my feet in the clearing. I closed my eyes and teleported to Masada Leather. I quickly searched through the racks and found a thick leather jacket. I pulled it on. I couldn’t find anything warmer than the jeans I’d summoned in the Underworld, so I searched until I found a pair of winter boots that didn’t have a crazy heel and kicked off my sneakers. I tossed the price tags on the counter with the appropriate amount of money, and then teleported to the university’s greenhouse to wait out the next hour. I couldn’t go to the clearing early; there was too much of a chance I’d be spotted by my mother—or even Hades, once he found Cassandra—and I needed to practice.


At noon I appeared under my tree in the clearing. I made sure I knew exactly where the entrance to the Underworld was and breathed a little easier with the knowledge that I could return to safety where Boreas couldn’t follow. To my left, I saw my mother, tight-lipped and pacing the clearing. She looked furious. My feet crunched in the snow and she glanced up, eyes widening when she saw me.
“Persephone—”
Ice shot up around the clearing, forming a thick wall between us. Boreas materialized in the center of the clearing, holding a struggling Melissa. Her eyes met mine.
“No!” she shouted.
I glared at Boreas, finally able to put a face to my fears. He was tall and broad-shouldered. He wore a white toga, which blended perfectly with his snow-white skin. A white mustache and beard worked together to hide his lips, leaving the only color on his face his ice-blue eyes.
He gave me a cold smile and widened his eyes. “This is a surprise.”
His voice sent shivers up my spine, but I forced myself to stand tall as the wind whipped my hair around.
“Cut the theatrics,” I snapped. “You’re not impressing anyone.”
He laughed. “As you wish.” The wind died down. Sunlight returned to the clearing, but the ice wall remained. I frowned. He shouldn’t be able to keep my mother out.
“I am releasing your friend,” Boreas announced with a strange grin. He shoved Melissa toward me, and she ran the remaining steps until she reached me. She threw her arms around me in a quick hug before turning her attention back to Boreas.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Are you insane!” she snapped. “What are you doing here?”
“I swore your friend would be unharmed until I released her to you. Would you say I have kept my bargain?”
I looked at Melissa. “Did he hurt you? At all?”
“My wrist is a little sore from him yanking me around,” she grumbled, “but no, he didn’t hurt me.”
I took a deep breath and looked at Boreas. “You’ve upheld your end, and I’m prepared to uphold mine.”
“Good.”
Without batting an eye he sent an icicle hurtling toward us. I shoved Melissa away from me and in a flash of power the tree’s branches shot around us in a protective shell.
“Enough of that,” Boreas said coldly. “I only have to deliver you alive. He didn’t otherwise specify in what condition.”
He?
Boreas’ footsteps crunched along the snow. “You have been a thorn in my side for too long, you and your bitch of a mother.”
“Run!” I shouted to Melissa. “It’s me he wants!”
“I’m not leaving you!”
“You have to!”
The tree shattered and I hit the ground, hands covering my head. I threw up a shield, rolling away from the daggers of ice. Vines shot around Boreas’ ankles.
“Persephone!” Melissa shrieked. I blindly groped for her hand. The second my skin made contact I teleported, calling up the image of Five Points.
My breath whooshed out of me when I hit a solid wall of ice. I fell to the ground, Melissa tumbling after me. I gasped in pain, unable to draw breath into my lungs.
“Persephone!” Melissa shook my shoulder. “Persephone, you have to get up. Move! Persephone—” She hiccupped.
Ignoring the blinding pain, I turned to face her. It was a struggle to make even that simple movement. She slouched above me, her face frozen in shock. A red icicle emerged between the two middle buttons on her blouse, and I frowned at the incongruous image.
“Melissa?” I wheezed. She collapsed on top of me, her blood vivid against the white snow.