Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Scarlet felt herself shaking after her encounter with Preston, his words echoing through her head. The way he grabbed her, not afraid to make his point and show his disdain toward her, gave her chill bumps, making her move toward the elderly Dr. Haskell. She felt small in the room of people. They all had their place, their position and seniority, but she was left as not only an outcast, but fresh meat. It was odd for her to walk through the dining hall, toward a table with her plate of food that a servant had give her, and not here her name on peoples' lips, but Persephone. Everyone was whispering this name, giving her glances of astonishment, disdain, and even pity. Why would people look at her as if they felt sorry for her? She knew little to nothing about Mythology, so she had not the slightest idea that people were pitying her by not who she was, but who her fated partner was. Sitting awkwardly by Gregory, the only person who didn't seem offset by her presence, Scarlet pushed her food around on her plate. Her expression held nothing but shock, and she couldn't seem to form words to say anything to anyone. She simply stared at the spinach on the gold and ivory plate, pondering the fact that she was, without so many words, told that she was not leaving soon. You, sweet girl, look awfully sad, a voice from in front of her stated. Looking up, Scarlet laid her eyes on a gorgeous, fiery redhead. The woman smiled at her, giving her the most genuine, warm feeling that Scarlet had ever seen. Biting her lip, Scarlet just nodded, and the redhead turned toward Gregory with a pout. Gregory, I don't believe this child has even had a warm greeting since she arrived, she said, shaking her head with disappointment. Her long black lashes brushed her cheeks when she closed her eyes, as if she were praying for a silent moment. It's an awful shame. These days, Dr. Haskell knows that young adults are not getting their proper education on Mythology, and I doubt she has even been told who she really is. Something about the woman's thick Georgia accent made Scarlet feel better, and she shifted in her seat. I was told I was Persephone, she said, shrugging. Her voice came our bright and warm, even though her mood reflected quite differently. The southern woman frowned and leaned over, patting Scarlet's arm. On her wrist, a few bracelets' jingled. And so you are, she said, the glanced at Gregory. She has not had to endure Preston's presence yet, I hope? Her arched eyebrows rose, then she looked across the dining hall to see if she could catch a glimpse at the brooding man in question. Scarlet scoffed and pushed her plate out in front of her. If you are speaking of the man who has already made clear I'm not worth his presence, Scarlett murmured, Then yes, I believe I have met him. Her mind flashed back at him grabbing her chin, feeling the pressure he left on her jaw. It was a warning, telling her to keep away. Yet, all that haunted her mind were those eyes.... Those dark, haunted green eyes. And even though she saw no kindness within those emerald irises, she felt them look straight into her.