Persephone : A tale from the Underworld

A gust of wind dries the drops on her body and she turns around to see someone wrapped in a very heavy cape made of black feathers and long thin hair that looks covered in soft ashes. Their eyes meet and it's like fire and ice dancing for just a brief second. Persephone narrows her glance. That man, so monumental and deadly reminds her of somebody.Her mother's voice rings in the back of her head: "Are you certain it is Poseidon the one we are in dept to?"