On our way back to my room, I held a plate of sandwich that Hades had just given me.
“I’m goddess of springtime,” I said to Hades, “while you’re god of the dead. How nice.”
“Why are you so sarcastic?”
“Cause’ I don’t think we’re supposed to get along.” What a lie.
I shook my head, thinking how to answer when there was a loud bang coming from in front of us. My room door was kicked open and Calliope stumbled out, looking horrified and desperate. I ran up to her while shouting “what’s wrong?” Continue reading
I repeated what I had done last time, but now, I was stronger and better at controlling my power, thanks to two months of hardworking. When I had finished growing a pomegranate tree and fruits had grown out, I looked toward Eros triumphantly.
He raised an eyebrow, like my Exam was child play. Nevertheless, he wrote something down on a pad and cleared his throat. Next, he said in a deep voice, unlike the dreamy one he had had:
“I, as your Examiner and a primordial god, announce that you, Persephone, have passed the General Exam of the Olympian Gods. You are now worthy of your title—goddess of springtime.” Continue reading
Calliope was sitting on her bed, applying gray nail polish. “Why so early?” she asked.
“Zeus’s making a mess in the cafeteria,” I replied.
“Uh. You ready for your Exam?” she said, concerned. I nodded.
My heart jolted. Not because of the nervousness of taking the Exam, but because of Eros. He had said something about meeting me again on my next Exam, which was on this afternoon, and I had a feeling he had been correct. Continue reading
For some reason Hades kept finding random things to talk about, as if he just wanted to talk.
In history lessons, for example, he kept overlooking over my shoulder at my notebook, the textbook, or anything on my desk, as if it were of great interest to him. When I finally couldn’t figure out why he would do that, I asked, “What are you doing?” Continue reading
I couldn’t bear to look directly at Selene.
She still had her baby-blue coat on, but it just made her look thinner because it was designed to be baggy.
Calliope, who was a lot bolder than me, spoke up in a cheery voice before the silence got too awkward, “So, Selene, you look so thin!”
Selene lowered her head and said in her gentle, brittle voice. “I’m trying, Calliope. I’m trying very hard. But I have this disease in my stomach that makes it hard to absorb nutrients.”
At this moment the seemingly useless stuff I learned in biology came back to me. Of course! Selene was thin because she was ill, not because it was a natural thing! Now I wondered why Aphrodite and the others would want to be ill all the time just to be thin. Continue reading
“Perse,” my roommate said, “you know the girl who wears a big coat everyday?”
My mind searched for a memory of the girl in baby-blue coat, and finally came to the image of a thin girl with dark hair and pronounced cheekbones, who used to hang out with Hera.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Selene. We’re going to take care of her from now on.” Continue reading
I was trying to avoid everyone these days, so I hid myself in the forest and practiced my power there. Sometimes I grew flowers from an existing plant; sometimes I made a seed sprout and grow into a tree; and very rarely, I made a plant grow from out of nowhere.
Aphrodite did shut her mouth—so rare for once—but I knew she muttered behind my back. It must have been very normal for a girl like her—always jealous, always trying to get into other people’s lives, always making herself look the best, so that she may appear to be the best. That was very superficial.