A loud crash resounded throughout the halls of the palace. You flinched and stayed where you were hidden, under a desk in the library.

Pluto, god of the Underworld, was in the palace and searching for you. He had taken you as his wife, held against your will for six months of the year because of a deal reluctantly made by Jupiter and Ceres. You had managed to escape, for now.

”COME OUT!” He echoed through the hallways as he looked for you, his three-headed hellhound close behind.