Demeter's child lost to the catacombs of darkness, arises to find the world a green place. The humming of life new-borne, new-found, startles her awake.
One woman cannot wait to leave the misery that is spring. She the true consort and love of the most feared of Olympians. Her name is Oenone and death has transformed her.
Born a nymph, the spirit of wine, she lived a woman scorned by her husband for fair but vapid Helen, her death a sacrifice to her own remorse.
In the flames of the pyre, fueled by her dead husband's corpse, she prayed for forgiveness; she could have saved the man who burned beneath her. Her spite, for his wrongs, she could not forgive for herself.
Hera, mother, lover, spurned woman, heard Oenone's final prayer.
-- That bitch Aphrodite, she really caused a shit storm in the world, for her own vanity, Hera mused. I can mend one heart and get revenge upon that selfish brat.
And as the plot took shape in her breast, she snatched Oenone from the brink of Thanatos's grasp, restoring her and elevating her to the halls of Olympus.
She would live, immortal.
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