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    Persephone the Grateful
    Persephone the Grateful
    Persephone the Grateful
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    Persephone the Grateful

    By Joan Holub and Suzanne Williams

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    Get to know Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, in this twenty-sixth Goddess Girls adventure!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAladdin
    Release dateDec 1, 2020
    ISBN9781534457416
    Persephone the Grateful
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    Joan Holub

    Joan Holub has authored and/or illustrated over 140 children’s books, including the Goddess Girls series, the Heroes in Training series, the New York Times bestselling picture book Mighty Dads (illustrated by James Dean), and Little Red Writing (illustrated by Melissa Sweet). She lives in North Carolina and is online at JoanHolub.com.

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    Persephone the Grateful - Joan Holub

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    Minthe

    PERSEPHONE’S GREEN EYES SPARKLED WITH excitement, and her long red hair blew this way and that as breezes rushed past her. She was in the mood for an adventure, even if there was only time enough for a small one.

    Let’s go to a part of the Underworld I haven’t been to yet, she suggested to the godboy Hades as they sailed down through a large crack in the Earth. She was seated behind him on the back of his black stallion. Maybe someplace with unusual plants? she went on. Since we have a few hours to kill, I mean. As the goddessgirl of spring and growing things, she was fascinated by plants of all kinds.

    Like her, Hades was a student at Mount Olympus Academy, where Zeus, King of the Gods and Ruler of the Heavens, was principal. Though Hades was only fourteen years old, just a year older than her, he ruled the realm of the Underworld.

    It was Thursday morning, so normally Persephone and Hades would be in classes right now. However, today MOA students had the whole morning free while teachers at the Academy took time to plan lessons. This meant that the two of them didn’t have to be back at Mount Olympus until after lunch.

    Hades turned to look at Persephone over one shoulder. They were each other’s crushes, and though he was sometimes dark and brooding, she thought he was super cute with his long, curly black hair, flashing dark eyes, and fine straight nose.

    Works for me, he replied, raising his voice to be heard over the wind as they flew ever downward and deeper below the earth. Minthe has been asking me to stop by. You could come with.

    Who’s Minthe? Girl or boy? Persephone asked. She didn’t remember Hades ever mentioning the name before.

    Girl. A naiad. She’s caretaker of the River Cocytus, Hades informed her. Naiads were water nymphs that inhabited rivers, springs, and waterfalls. Or even wells and fountains. Anything with fresh water, actually. The Cocytus was one of five rivers that flowed through the Underworld. There were always interesting plants to be found growing near rivers.

    Sure, I’ll go with you, she replied. She’d only ever been to one of the five rivers in the Underworld before, the one called the Styx. It was the one that the newly dead from Earth crossed to get into the Underworld, ferried there by a crusty old ferryboat captain named Charon.

    "Okay. Hot, said Hades. He grinned over his shoulder at her. I’ve decided to substitute that word for ‘cool.’ Because the Underworld is actually hot, but in a cool way. Get it?"

    Persephone grinned back. Got it. Located deep below the Earth, the Underworld was a creepy, dark, lonely, smelly place mostly, but she had grown to love many things about this realm that Hades loved so well.

    The two of them had first become truly acquainted in a cemetery, of all places! She’d been relaxing among the gravestones, weaving a daisy chain, when—not more than twenty feet away from her—Hades had burst up through the ground on his black stallion. This guy had been all frowns and troubles back then, but their friendship had made him much happier. Her, too, for that matter!

    Just now, Persephone swayed sideways as Hades pulled on his horse’s reins to change the direction they were traveling. The black stallion veered left. Below them, she could make out various features of the Underworld that had become (much to her surprise) endearingly familiar to her by now. Like the misty, marshy entrance near the spot where Charon’s ferryboat docked. And the immense fields of white-blossomed asphodel. Their roots were the main food of the shades, human souls that lived in that part of the Underworld.

    Far off in the distance she caught a glimpse of a dark hole in the ground and shivered, quickly looking away. It was the entrance to the deep pit of Tartarus—the awfulest, ickiest part of the Underworld. Only the truly evil wound up being sent down there. Not a place she liked visiting, that was for sure!

    There’s the Cocytus, Hades said, pointing downward. Persephone studied the river as they rode lower and closer to it. Its waters, dark with mud, moved so sluggishly that they appeared to be almost completely still. As the stallion took them nearer, a rotten-egg smell made Persephone wrinkle her nose. Sulfur. Yuck. The stinky smell, ever present in much of the Underworld, didn’t bother her as much as it used to (and it never bothered Hades). However, here it was particularly strong.

    Suddenly two large, ugly vultures with hunched shoulders and sharp, curved beaks flapped past. They clawed at each other, making raspy, hissing sounds as they fought over the right to land on one particular blackened and gnarled tree on the riverbank. From the branches of other hideous and misshapen trees along the river’s edge, the whiny, mournful cries of screech owls drifted upward. Looking at this forlorn spot, Persephone doubted she’d find any plants to interest her. Oh well.

    The black stallion landed them on the riverbank with a gentle thump. Hades slid from the horse’s back and then gallantly helped Persephone hop down too. Standing on the bank, she stared through a layer of sulfurous fog into the depths of the foul and lifeless River Cocytus.

    Ew, she murmured, coughing and cupping a hand over her nose. What kind of nymph could possibly stand to live in this yucky place?

    Um… me? said a sarcastic voice. Persephone gasped and glanced around. Slowly, a beautiful girl about her age materialized out of the mist. She was standing in the shallows of the river before them, a foot or two from its bank. The girl was slender, with long, gorgeous moss-green hair. She wore a filmy white gown that, though pretty, seemed just a little too big for her. Its hem was damp and swirled around her ankles in the watery sludge. (Um, ick!)

    However, she and the part of her dress above the river’s waters had magically become dry and sludge-free the moment she rose from it. Persephone wished this girl hadn’t overheard her yucky place comment, but she obviously had.

    Hey, Minthe. What’s up? I got a message that you wanted to see me? said Hades. He looked quizzically from her to the river as though trying to figure out if there was some sort of trouble here that he needed to take care of.

    Clasping her hands together at her waist, the nymph smiled warmly at him. I’m so happy you came! she gushed. But who’s this? she asked. She extended a hand with ballerina-like grace in Persephone’s direction, accidentally flinging drops of muddy brown water toward her.

    At least Persephone assumed it was an accident. She took a step backward to avoid being splashed by the muddy water. For a fraction of a second, she thought she saw a malicious look flash across the beautiful nymph’s face. But then the girl sent a fake-looking smile her way.

    I’m Persephone, Persephone said quickly. And you’re Minthe? Nice to meet you.

    Minthe crossed her arms and nodded, shooting her a long up-and-down look that wasn’t exactly welcoming. "I’ve read about you in Teen Scrollazine, she said at last, referring to the news-scroll that was mega-popular with practically everyone of school age in Greece (and beyond). You’re the goddessgirl of spring and growing things, right?"

    Whether Minthe approved or disapproved of her and her goddessgirl title, Persephone couldn’t tell. That’s right, Persephone replied, nodding and offering her a friendly smile. Hades was just telling me that you, um, live here and take care of this river?

    That’s right. Minthe stuck out her chin as if daring Persephone to comment again on the dismal state of the River Cocytus. Which she never would have done to begin with if she’d known that Minthe would overhear her, of course. Everyone at MOA knew how much she didn’t like hurting others’ feelings!

    Persephone’s eyes flicked to Hades, hoping he’d say something to ease this uncomfortable conversation. However, he had temporarily tuned them out and was busy talking softly to his stallion while leading him over to nibble some grass on the riverbank. Ordinary grass, by the looks of it. Certainly not a plant to excite her interest, unfortunately.

    Cute chiton, Minthe commented, her eyes running over Persephone’s salmon-colored dress. She didn’t normally wear pink, but Aphrodite, whose favorite color was pink, had convinced her that the color suited her. And she’d been pleased to discover it really did.

    Thanks. I got it from the Immortal Marketplace on a shopping trip with my goddessgirl friend Aphrodite last weekend. Do you know it? The IM? It’s located halfway between Mount Olympus and Earth. Lots of immortals hang out there.

    Nope. Must be nice, though, Minthe muttered. "Unlike you, nymphs like me are only considered minor goddesses. We aren’t free to wander where we choose. I have to make do with hand-me-downs from shades."

    So that’s why her gown doesn’t fit quite right, thought Persephone. To her ear, this nymph sounded kind of bitter and maybe a little angry about her life here. Yet she didn’t seem to be trying to improve it. At all.

    Glancing over at Hades, Minthe caught his eye. She swayed gently side to side, causing the hem of her gown to disturb the sludge around her again. With a coy smile she said to him, Not that I’m complaining. If I weren’t in the Underworld, I’d never get to see you. She let out a breathy little laugh. "You could visit my river a little more often, though."

    Persephone raised her eyebrows. Was this girl flirting with Hades? Sure

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