Above the Blue & Random Persephone Story, Part III

Persephone walked down the broken street. Shards of what once were homes lied scattered across the wrinkled pavement. A blazing and blinding sun burned way up, way above the blue. A dusty wind blew with fury, making her walk slowly and cover her eyes. Her long coat floated behind her graceful figure, as she struggled to make her way through the war infested town. Life was long gone from this place, life was long gone from most places of the world. She had only enough water for another two days. For all she knew, she could be the last human alive.

The words from the poet had kept her going for the last month or so, but he seemed to be gone now. He told her to keep walking North, that water and new chances rested there. But she was almost dead, and there was no sign of anyone, not a mortal soul. War had taken them all. She fell. She had ran for so so long, she had fought so many battles, she had so many victories and some defeats. But this was the end. The end of all hope, the end of all dreams, and now the words of the poet seemed so far away, so lost in the dusty mist that covered the Earth, The blazing sun kept on burning her pale skin. All hope was gone, she surrendered to her own heart, she gave herself away to death and nature.

A sudden breeze, a sudden calm. Heaven, this must be heaven. She opened her eyes slowly, but she found her lids to heavy to let in the night. She felt gentle hands that caressed her, and arms that embraced. Yes, this should be heaven. Then she heard the voice, and the voice said the words from the poet. He must be the poet, this must be heaven! In darkness of joy, she kissed him deeply.