Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself. "Great Mother. Our world is dying. The sun has cursed us. Send rain."
"My Roman name is Proserpina," she said with a sneer. "They say I was stolen by Pluto, that I am a victim. A pathetic weeping girl who eats six seeds and is trapped. They do not understand. I am no one's hostage. I chose the dark. I chose to hold the keys to rebirth. Their story is a lie. I want you to go back to your village and tell the true story." spanish diosa!
"But we are your children!" Viriato cried. "We leave you offerings of black lambs and the first wine of the harvest." Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself