Victoria
“Now we have to get to Tartarus, where Hades and Persephone live,” I told them. My mom used to talk about Persephone and she even went to visit us a couple of times.
“For that, we have to cross the Styx,” Avalon said, looking at the rocky landscape in front of us, the sun setting on the horizon and painting the sky in shades of red as if it was bleeding among the golden strands of the lingering light. I’ve heard that in Hell the sky holds an eternal sunset. It had a sad and unique beauty.
“How do you know how to get there? Is it your first time here or are you a hell-party boy and you are hiding it?” Shelby asked.
Avalon narrowed his eyes at her, “I’ve studied the Six Realms geography as a highly educated prince is supposed to,” he grumbled with a frown.
I couldn’t blame
