Okay, so I’m sure you might know about the mythology story I’m writing. This is from towards the beginning of the story, but I feel I should reword it. Any suggestions?
“Pluto.” A whisper spoke. “Pluto.”
I sat up from my bed. “Who’s there?” I whispered back.
“Come to me, Pluto.”
“Who are you?” I repeated.
“Come and see.”
My feet had found something automatic inside of them, because they began to move without my permission. I tried to stomp my feet, but the only thing I was allowed to do was flail my arms. I was walking towards the forest, where Jupiter had been found dead. I willed my feet to move, but they did not listen. I trampled into the woods, where I had found a lifeless, petrified tree that had been seemingly split apart by lightning. I began to cower, but I forbade myself from doing so because any cowering is a sign of weakness, and that is not the Roman way. I stood up, and said with as strong a voice as I could muster, “What do you want?”
“I only wish but to find an apprentice.” A dark, cloaked figure appeared. “If you agree, I will spare your life.”
“Who are you?” I repeated once more.
“Oh, right. You’re scared. Be not frightened, it is but Hades.” He laughed a rather dauntingly, and pulled the hood away from his face. He had my features, from what I could see. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, the same toned skin. It was almost like he was family. But it couldn’t have been.
“Hades,” I repeated, “I have not heard the name.”
“That is because you are not Greek. I am Hades, god of the Underworld.”
“God of the Underworld.” I muttered. “What do you want with me?”