Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
It was one of those years when strange events occurred, that much he could remember. 
At the time no one knew what was happening, but it was quickly dismissed in the media as an accident during an army training exercise. There were rumours of course. Those that had been there swore an angel had fallen to Earth, how else could they explain the woman they found dressed in otherworldly fabrics with a crown of flowers upon her head; Persephone herself some declared. 
But it wasn't her; it was her daughter, dragging Ragnarok in her wake as she tried to hold the threads together.
Holding the article in his hand he read the heading yet again Army truck explodes near Stonehenge: Monument destroyed. 
When he thinks back to that fateful day he often wonders if things could have been different. He never would have imagined a spilt cup of coffee would have led to any of this; those things only happened in movies.
The phone that sat on the table near his arm vibrated as a call came in. Picking it up he looked at the name and sighed, clicking the button to answer.
"I take it it's a no if you're calling?"
"Not at all!" The person on the other end replied. "In fact how about we meet for coffee and you and I go over the revisions you suggested? I'll be there in an hour."
Hanging up the call and placing the phone down he threw the paper back onto the desk, standing and walking towards his bedroom to get ready. Looking in the mirror he fixed his shirt and sighed. How could she expect him to just go back to living his life, his mortal life when he now knew the truth.
Some days he wished he had never met her.