Life and death, very different from each other but always near. You, the Goddess of life sits in a clearing, plant life flourishing around you. A deer lays beside you as you stroke its muzzle, an arrow stuck in its side while a fawn lays beside it.

Hades, the God of death approaches, knowing the injured deers fate. “Svetlana, you must give hand the animal over.” He says as he crouches down, the flowers dying around him. He was a cold and possessive god.