Chapter Three: Am I... Persephone?

When I awoke, I was in a room that was definately not my own. I suppose that proves it wasnt a dream after all? Anyway, the room was a beautiful array of coulor, fading from pink to purple to blue to green, all softly opaque, somehow. I sat up in my silken sheets and yawned, stretching widely. There was a large wooden wardrobe in the corner with a mirror next to it. I got out of bed to walk over, then hesitated. I turned back around to see what coulor my sheets were, and gasped aloud. They were a single, solid coulor. A beautiful, romantical red washed over the heart-shaped bed. It looked amazing.

I turned back to the wardrobe, ignoring the mirror for now. Opening it, I saw several gorgeous dresses, a few pretty teeshirts, and a couple of denim shorts and jeans. I selected a pair of jeans and a white turtle-neck jumper I had spotted, found a bra and a pair of knickers, and dressed quickly and quite quietly. I turned to the mirror to examine myself. I was looking at someone else, I was sure of it. That couldnt be me! Was it not a mirror, but a life-sized portrait of Persephone? I twisted. So did Persephone. I made a complicated funny face. Persephone mirrored it perfectly. That was ME. I was looking at a mirror, and I think... I think I'm Persephone now.

I whimpered quietly, trying to smother my fear and exitement, and a maid came into the room. "Mistress, is everything alright?" She asked. I looked at her, subtly surprised. "Im fine. Could you take me to Hades, please?" I asked. I was a little nervous, but I needed to know why this had happened. I was just going to ask if I could speak with Apollo. Apollo would have an answer.