He emerged from the dark forests into desolate, yet beautiful plains named Enna. In the fields, he saw honeysuckle, already picked and lain scattered following a trail of chariot-horses' hooves freshly trodden in the dark earth. The trail led to a gigantic rock that hung over a corner of the plains, creating a shadow where the sun could not and dared not breech with its bright rays. And there, in the shadows, stood Persephone, her robes of chastity torn and fringed; her soul stretched halfway between the realm of the living and that of the unliving.
He made his way along the trail imprinted with horse feet and Hades' chariet wheels, then underneath the foreboding rock. He reached out his hand to caress the pale face of the enchanting figure, though he knew not that this woman was his own mother. The very touch seemed to set off a great spark charging straight to the garnet soulstone, embedded within his chest. The soulstone had become a prison, and he knew that he had been caught. He watched the red glow of the stone intensify equally to the constant losing of his bodily strength and will of mind. He struggled against the power of the stone, but it was a losing battle as he collapsed to the cold, hard ground. From within the rock opened a hole large enough to swallow an entire army of men whole. He dug his fingers into the ground, dragging with whatever might he had left until the hole had a complete hold as he fell fast, downward into the endlessness, back into the Underworld. His father would be waiting....