Once upon a time (because that’s how these sorts of stories are supposed to start), there was a girl. A fairly pretty girl, in fact. Aren’t they all, in these sorts of stories?
This fairly pretty girl was gleefully skipping through a meadow, picking flowers, without a care in the world. And, really, she didn’t have many cares to worry about – this fairly pretty girl was Persephone, the teenaged daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest. It’s a good life, being the daughter of a goddess, especially if you like gleefully skipping through meadows and picking flowers.