She could feel it; She was on the threshold of a choice that would change her life. Her core was screaming it and she knew she could not turn away. One way reality, denial suppression of an impossible thought. The other way thought; completely crazy and out of the realm of reality but something told her was also true.
“no.” she said softly reaching into her bag and pulling out her journal “You are Περσεφόνεια.” She said slowly showing the nameplate of her journal “to my Ἑκάτη”