Phone Home, Persephone!

Phone Home, Persephone! — page 3
For me the Underworld was perfect My brothers and sisters would never visit me because they’d have to walk for days and days to get here It was the only place in the universe that gods couldn’t simply chant the astro-traveling spell and ZIP show up The Underworld was private It was quiet It was home But every once in a while I needed a change of scenery One thing I liked to do was hitch my steeds Harley and Davidson to my chariot and gallop up to earth to catch a wrestling match The mortals in Athens a city in Greece were wild about wrestling in those days Since I’d competed in wrestling in the very first Olympic Games the Athenians treated me like a champ They even gave me free seats in their new wrestling stadium fourth-row center One day I saw a great match between Eagle-Eye Cyclops and Hot-Mouth Chimera I had three uncles who were Cyclopes and I always rooted for their wrestling relatives I put my money on Eagle Eye who defeated the firebreathing Chimera I won a bundle Afterward I left the stadium tipped the valet-parking mortal jumped into my chariot and took off down the main street of Athens It had changed quite a bit over the past few hundred years Where once there had been only a few goat cheese and fig stands now enterprising mortals had set up new shops Demetri’s Sandal Repair Sea Nymph Bait and Tackle and even Ari’s Speedy Wedding Chapel with a sign that read GOT X MINUTES GET MARRIED HERE Why anyone would want to do such a thing I had no idea My little brother Zeus