“Do not stop your tears, my dear,” she said. “Let them give life.” At first, Persephone did not understand, but then she felt something brush the hem of her gown, and when she looked, there were flowers at her feet, the petals so white they glowed like moonstones. She smiled despite her sadness as the blooming bed continued to spread, and when Hippolyta noticed, she turned toward Persephone. “I suppose what you said is true. Death gives birth to life.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “What will you birth, Persephone?” “Rage,” she answered without a second thought.
