Angelina's POV

I am one of the lowest goddesses, the goddess of childhood. I wanted to visit the 'lady in pink'. I've heard rumors that she is an EVIL woman, but I want to prove them wrong!

  She goes by the name of Carleen, she wears a half of a blood red mask, she has hair of real gold! If you touch anything it will kill you as soon as you touch it. Her breath is made of crushed baby bones.

  I walked through the golden doors, through the silver hall, until I reached the pink door. They told me that you should never knock three times.

Knock

Knock

  She flung the diamond door open, she didn't even provide mercy towards her door. But, I still need proof that she isn't as EVIL as the rumors told me.

"Who are you?" She spoke in a harsh voice, just as they told me.

"I'm-" I began, but she cut me off, she seems just like the rumors.

"I don't care about your name! I want to know what you're the goddess of!"
She yelled at me.

"I'm the-"

"Just tell me what you want!"

"I'm doing a project on different goddesses, and I'm starting with you!"

"Let's speak in the garden." She smiled at me, I think she is now almost my friend. We walked to the garden gate, she opened it and we walked through.
We sat on a small bench, I pulled out a paper and feather pen.

"Are the rumors true?" I asked her, hoping that she wasn't as bad as the rumors told me.

"What rumors." She spoke slowly, I think I made a horrible mistake.
"Tell me one." I need to tell a little white lie.

"The one where they say your hair is made of real gold." I lied, I am going to pay.

"I like that one, tell me some more of these rumors."

"Is it true that your breath is made of crushed diamonds?" I am going to pay with my power. After she answered, I asked one that they really told me.
"Is it true that, when someone touches one of your things, they die immediately?" She stood up and walked towards the gate.

Carleen's POV

I locked the gate as I left, if she believes those rumors, she needs to pay.
I would like to take those rumors, and crush them under my perfect heels.
She'll be locked in there until I kill those brats who spread those rumors.