Hanging In A Jar

He tumbled into the underworld.  Though she swam quickly behind there was only silt to be found in the depths. Nothing more here than a silver fish with an emerald eye. She had seen him before. Back then the fish had almost stolen her life but this time he comes bearing a gift.   She rips open his belly; a spear, golden bright!  One finger pressed to her lip, a dagger against the heart.