20 The ...

Who am I?

I wandered aimlessly.

Drifting. For eternity.

I was bored. What was I doing… I needed to do something. What was it? There was a man. Here. In front.

He was saying something. Persephone? Who is that?

"This must be because of the Laws failing. The magic of the underworld thinks that you are a soul of Asphodel."

Asphodel? Soul? I was confused. Those words resonated with the depths of my mind, but the more I dug through my memories to remember what their meanings, the more persistently the meanings evaded me.

Questions. I have questions. Words. I need to say them. But what were they?

I felt weird. Funny. I felt tingling. He was touching my forehead.

"Hello?"

His voice was strange. It was deep, and shook the very ground we stood on.

"Persephone?"

I did not respond, only looking at my hands in utter fascination.

"I am Thanatos. Do you remember me?"

I shook my head, watching my hair spread out with childish fascination.

He reached to touch me again.

"Do you remember me?"

"No."

"Progress."

His finger pressed against my forehead.

I felt clearer, but I still did not understand who I was. Why was I there? Who was the man? Questions raced through my head.

"Thank you." I said finally. I did not know much about the situation I found myself in, but I knew that he was trying to help.

"Do you remember why you are here?" The man, Thanatos, I dimly recalled, asked. His voice was rich, deep, and smooth now.

"No."

I felt my mind slip away without his touch. My vision blurred, and I began to scream, clutching my head as pain shot through me like icy needles were being stabbed directly in my temples.

He touched me again on the forehead. The fogginess stopped and I calmed down, still breathing heavily.

"This is a problem. Maybe the waters of the Lethe could help."

I shrugged.