The Son of Hades and Persephone wasn't at all what people thought. He was a kind and caring soul. He would help guide lost souls from earth to the underworld, and because of his mother, he would create the most beautiful and unique flowers. He lives in the underworld with his father and mother.

The daughter of Apollo and Eos was gorgeous. Her hair looked like golden rays of sunshine, and her skin illuminated the night. She was connected to the sun like no one else was. When she was sad, the sun would dim. When she was happy, the sun would shine brighter than a quasar, and so would she. She lived on Olympus with her father.

They weren't meant to be together. Total opposites. The prince of darkness and the princess of light. Bound to two different homes. Yet, somehow, they fit like missing puzzle pieces.

You walked around Greece watching the mortals walk around and live their lives. You knew the son of Hades, Nicholas. You knew where he was going to be today. It was a sparing day. A day of death. You walked to the stadium and saw him standing near. You had talked to him many times before.