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    • SummerHi. I‘m Vonne Benedettoo. I am eighteen years old, and I live in Sudbury, England. Myfather is Samuel Benedettoo, a shop owner for fabrics. My mother is Eris, the goddess ofspite. I suppose one could say that I take after her, but that‘s only when I lose that temperof mine. Otherwise, it‘s complete rubbish. Anyway, during the summer, I go to a summercamp, called Camp Half-Blood in America, Long Island for demigods, like me.The week before I was due to go to camp, a police car pulls up. I am in our little house,washing the dishes. I sigh as I finish the dish I was working on, and I wipe my hands on thenearby mustard yellow dish-towel.I can see the officer climb up the uneven stone stairs. He knocks on the door smartly withhis knuckles on to the door.Knock. Knock. Knock.I run to answer the door, and I ignore the creak of the red door. I am standing face to facewith a fairly large and plump man with a busy French moustache. How amusing, I think,AFrench moustache in England. I ignore the facial hair and I stare at his black eyes,wondering what to make out of him. ―Good morning, Officer,‖ I say as I brush a straygolden lock behind my ear.―Good morning, Miss Benedettoo,‖ he responds. ―Dear me, I do hope that you are MissBenedettoo—your father is a Samuel Benedettoo? I smile faintly as I see the moustachemove as he talks, but I try to ignore it.―Yes sir, Vonne Benedetto. Would you like to come in?‖ I step aside so he can enter, but hesimply shakes his head, ―No thank you. Do you have a mother?‖ I stiffen immediately, but I don‘t lose my head. I choose my choice of words carefully,wording them out in side of my skull. ―Sir, I believe that everyone does, but my own isseparated. After I was born, sir, she left and my father has neither spoken to her, or evenabout her to her since.‖The officer pauses. ―Well then, Miss, follow me.‖I sigh, but I grab my jacket, purse (it includes my phone, my plane ticket, money, and mycar keys), the house keys and my back-pack which turns into a killer black boomerangwhen opened.I step out of the house and I close the door behind us and sat down in the front passengersear of the cop-car.―Your father was drunk driving.‖
    • I sigh again and I close my eyes, which I believe are blue. ―Is he alright?‖ My gaze dropsover to him, daring him to look at me and feel my sorrow, my anger.He is unable to look at me. I am secretly amused, but I don‘t show anything. However, aftera moment‘s of silence, he is forced to answer. He gives me one bloody word. ―Yes.‖Thanks for nothing, Officer.Despite of what I was thinking, I inhale deeply. ―Are we going to visit him?‖―Yes.‖ Great. Another one-word reply. ―Also, are you capable of staying alone?‖I scoff slightly at the thought that I would be unable to take care of myself. I could dobetter than that. So, I nod immediately. ―But in a week, I‘m going to a camp, in America. Ihave my ticket, and everything.‖The officer raises a busy eyebrow, and he pulls into the jail parking.I climb out of the car, and I walk towards the entrance, my high-heeled boots clickingagainst the hard concrete floor.He leads the way, showing others his licence. I snigger each time he does so.License to Kill.We finally stop at a large cell, with my father sitting on the bed.―Father?‖He looks up at once and runs towards the gates, a wide smile on his face. ―Vonne,‖ hewhispers.I look at him, my eyes full of sorrow. However, I felt myself get slightly angry. I‘m not goingto let any loving or smoochy words get past him. In order to avoid those, I go straight tothe point.―I‘m going to stay alone for a week, then go to camp,‖ I respond, grasping his hand tightlythrough the bars. ―I‘ll try to keep you posted,‖ I vow, looking probably the most solemn thatI have ever been.Then the smooch and the all yucky and love thing cam by.I‘m sorry I failed in my mission.―Good luck! I love you!‖I look back at him, unable to cry. I don‘t cry. I usually don‘t have <i>that</i> kind ofemotion. The officer puts a firm hand on my shoulder and takes me towards the car, myhead still towards my father.
    • ―Come on,‖ the officer grunts at me. My eyes flash dangerously.―Let go of me,‖ I hiss, and I throw off his hand. ―Go away!‖ The officer lets go of myshoulder, and I feel the bottle of temper that I usually have a cap on crack open. Next thingI know it, my boomerang is at his throat and the officer is on the ground, stuttering.I come to my senses, and I fold the boomerang, back on to its original form. Without sayinga thing, I march past him, all eyes on me.I catch the bus and go home.Then again, the only real home I‘ve ever had was camp.~***~***~I‘m in the airport, ready to catch the next taxi to get to camp. I shoulder my belongings,which consist of only a bag full of clothes; my purse; my money; my car keys; my housekeys; my armour; a couple of photos and my backpack.I thank the driver and give him cash before climbing out of the cab and running past a pinetree, which are the camps boundaries.I smile at the others as they yell out greeting to me, but they flinch when I open my mouthto speak to them.I shiver as I feel a prick climbs up my back. I try to shake it away, but it seems to simplystay in the back of my head. I walk into my cabin, and climb into my top bunk.I had a feeling that I was going to betray all of my friends. What am I talking about? I don‘thave any.Bloody spite.I close my eyes, still thinking about my betrayal. Great. Now I‘ve got yet another bloodything to think about.DeathVonne Bendettoo was the daughter of the goddess of spite. She had long, blonde hair andicy, cold blue eyes. Vonne was of an average height, with long powerful legs and a pale,sickly complexion.Her weapon was a boomerang, as dark as night and as dangerous as Red Star.She was now standing inside of a castle, looking out at the battle below. She was dressed ina white dress with straps, but her feet were bare.It seemed fake, the battle below dead bodies astray. But it was silent. The final screams—they opened there mouths to let out a wail, but Vonne could not hear it.She began to go down the stairwell, with a pale dainty hand on the handle.
    • Vonne was now at the door. She pushed it wide open and stepped outside. She felt a coldbreeze pass her, but she did not react. Her face had a dazed expression, and she beganwalking into the battle.Without her armour.Without her boomerang.Right away, a warrior ran into her, and she fell to the ground. She got up immediately, thedazed look gone, and her usual persistence glowing in her face.―Stop!‖ she wailed, ―Stop the chaos!‖ but it was useless. No one was going to listen to her.That‘s when she understood what had happened.Chaos.―No, she said weakly. ―No!‖ she let out a desperate wail, and she ran back to her room inthe castle.Vonne grabbed a black backpack (it was her boomerang when opened), a piece of paperand pen, and she began to scribble eagerly.My dearest Robin,To you, I leave my boomerang after I am gone. I pray hope that you will find no need forit.With all the love I ever had,Vonne BenedettooP.S. We must stop the chaos!She read the letter again and put it on her backpack.Vonne put the backpack on her bed and went outside.Birds were singing. The sun was shining. People were dying.She shivered as she saw the daughter of Hebe, Myrabelle Dejeunesse on the ground,wounded and dead.Vonne‘s heart filled with sadness. Everyone loved Myra. She bent down and gave her atender kiss on the fallen warrior‘s forehead.When Vonne straightened up, she felt closer to death than ever before.She made her way to the cliff.Then Vonne felt shivers down her back.You’re not brave enough, the cold voice of Chaos told her, Not brave enough to live.Vonne looked down from the cliff. There were sharp rocks, the ocean water lapping them.Vonne Bendettoo stepped forward into the air, and tumbled down, straight in the sharprocks.The last thing the daughter of Eris saw was the bright blue sky, and the shining sun. Thelast thing she heard was a wail for help, and the last thing she felt was the jagged rockspierce her battered skinFelix FaustChapter OneLight shined though a glass window. Birds sung happily in a merry tune.
    • In a huge room, a light-blue four-poster bed was against a rich cream coloured- wall. In it,a bump stirred and moved. The door suddenly opened and two maids dressed in a blackdress with a white frilly apron barged in. One was tall and skinny, with blue eyes and blondehair in a tight bun. The other wasn‘t as tall, but was just as pretty, with shiny cropped redhair and kind green eyes. There names were Miss. Ancilla and Miss. Morwen respectably.Miss. Morewn was holding a silver tray with grourmet breakfast foods. She walked over tothe the bed and carefully set it on the bedside table as Miss. Ancilla nudged the lump.―Mr. Fasut,‖ she crooned, carefully shaking it. ―Wake up, sir.‖ Miss. Ancilla said as shepulled the covers away. A young boy was laying there, his brown hair over his eyes. Herubbed his eyes and sat up straight, smiling. ―Good morningm Miss. Morwen, Miss. Ancilla.‖The maids sunk into a deep respective courtesy. Miss Morwen straightned up and put thebreakfast tray in front of him.―Eat up,‖ she said with a kind smile, ―You have a big day ahead of you.‖ Felix faust groanedas he drank his apple juice. ―Don‘t reminde me!‖ Starting highschool certantly wasimportant.―Alright, dear,‖ was the answer. *** Felix was sitting nervously in his father‘s limosine, with bodyguards on either side. Hiscrossbow was slung on his shoulder. You see, Felix was a demigod. His father, Adrian Faustwon the lottery—twice in a row, causing the goddess of luck and chance, Tyche to fall inlove with him. Then, love took its course. The goddess helped the young man to make hisway slowly from a lottery winner, to a millionaire, and now finally, to a billionaire. Beforeleaving, Tyche bore him a child—Felix. During the summer, he would go to Camp Half-Blood, a camp for training demigods like him. They train for monsters, killing them whenthey appear. Monsters can die, but they don‘t have spirits, like mortals. Filex found thecrossbow lying in the weapon box, down at the bottom. He found it by luck, actually. He anda friend were throwing a coin to see who would get which weapon; a silver, beautiful swordthat comes with a scabbard; or a dusty crossbow. His luck power failed, and he ended upchoosing the crossbow. Felix insists that it was fate that led him to his crossbow.Felix cautiously opened the door of the limousine and opened the door to the higschool. Theother kids were staring at him with shock and envy. I get that from everyone, just becauseI’m rich., he thought bitterly.He was led to his new locker and he put his books away and made his way to hisregistration class. There was standing a beautiful young lady, with golden hair andintelligent blue ideas. She was fit, yet model like, but when she saw Felix, she gave him acreepy smile.―Hi,‖ he said, responding the smile uneasily.
    • ―Welcome to room 312, Felix Faust.‖Chapter TwoFelix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back agreeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). Theteacher‘s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.―I‘m Miss Sirenium,‖ Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. ―I‘m lookingforward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,‖ She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix‘sclassmates and himself.―I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happynote, why don‘t we do the attendance now?‖ She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenlycouldn‘t take his eyes of her golden hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her cheekbones…The list went down to the ‗f‘s. ―Faust, Felix?‖ She looked at him pointedly. Felix politelyraised his hand and said, ―Here.‖After attendance, it was time to get to know each other.―Hi, I‘m Lisa Ketorpi,‖ said a brunett. ―My parents are business people.‖Another said, ―My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor.‖When it was Felix‘s turn, he mumbled a bit before answering. ―My father is a multi-bilionaire,‖ he said simply as there was sound of interest go through the class. ―What aboutyour mother?‖ Someone prompted.Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? ―She, she died.‖ He managed to say. MissSirenium licked her lips, and it was the turn of another.After the whole class of twenty-five was introduced, they went on a tour of the school.Felix‘s jaw dropped as he discovered the three gyms, two auditorians, five computer rooms,two cafterterias and an Olympic-sized pool.When the tour was over, they went back to their lockers for lunch. Felix tookout his lunchbox and made his way to the lunchroom which was for the juniors.Felix sat down with the rest of his class, alone. He began eating his gourmet sandwhichwhich included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheesefrom France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. ―Hi,‖ he saidshily to Felix. ―Can I sit here?‖
    • Felix nodded and moved to make room. ―Sure. I‘m Felix.‖ Felix said. The boy nodded. ―Iknow. I‘m Jesus Gonselo.‖ Jesus smiled pleasantly. He had ddirty blonde hair with bright,intelligent-looking blue eyes.―How did your mother die?‖ Jesus softly wondered out loud.―Oh, um, child-birth.‖ Felix thought quickly.―Oh, I‘m sorry.‖ He said, looking at Felix through his big eyes. ―What was her name?‖―Ty- um, sorry, Tamara. Tamara Faust. What about your family?‖ Felix replied, changing thesubject.It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board‘s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was aFrench chef.Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.Chapter ThreeFelix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back agreeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). Theteacher‘s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.―I‘m Miss Sirenium,‖ Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. ―I‘m lookingforward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,‖ She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix‘sclassmates and himself.―I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happynote, why don‘t we do the attendance now?‖ She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenlycouldn‘t take his eyes of her golden hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her cheekbones…The list went down to the ‗f‘s. ―Faust, Felix?‖ She looked at him pointedly. Felix politelyraised his hand and said, ―Here.‖After attendance, it was time to get to know each other.―Hi, I‘m Lisa Ketorpi,‖ said a brunett. ―My parents are business people.‖Another said, ―My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor.‖When it was Felix‘s turn, he mumbled a bit before answering. ―My father is a multi-bilionaire,‖ he said simply as there was sound of interest go through the class. ―What aboutyour mother?‖ Someone prompted.Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? ―She, she died.‖ He managed to say. MissSirenium licked her lips, and it was the turn of another.
    • After the whole class of twenty-five was introduced, they went on a tour of the school.Felix‘s jaw dropped as he discovered the three gyms, two auditorians, five computer rooms,two cafterterias and an Olympic-sized pool.When the tour was over, they went back to their lockers for lunch. Felix tookout his lunchbox and made his way to the lunchroom which was for the juniors.Felix sat down with the rest of his class, alone. He began eating his gourmet sandwhichwhich included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheesefrom France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. ―Hi,‖ he saidshily to Felix. ―Can I sit here?‖Felix nodded and moved to make room. ―Sure. I‘m Felix.‖ Felix said. The boy nodded. ―Iknow. I‘m Jesus Gonselo.‖ Jesus smiled pleasantly. He had ddirty blonde hair with bright,intelligent-looking blue eyes.―How did your mother die?‖ Jesus softly wondered out loud.―Oh, um, child-birth.‖ Felix thought quickly.―Oh, I‘m sorry.‖ He said, looking at Felix through his big eyes. ―What was her name?‖―Ty- um, sorry, Tamara. Tamara Faust. What about your family?‖ Felix replied, changing thesubject.It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board‘s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was aFrench chef.Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.Chapter ThreeMiss Sirenium was their swimming teacher, as well as registration, so Felix and Jesus sawher every morning, as well as every other day, at third period. They saw her in the halls,her smile as she greeted, her high heels clicking against the marble ground.Felix liked swimming. Miss Sirenium had taught him not only front crawl and back crawl, butalso dolphin kick, breast stroke, and how to dive.A couple of months passed , and Felix was one of the best. Mr. Faust became proud of hisson on scoring ninety-seven percent in his report card.Meanwhile, he had told Jesus of his real heritage, even though he could not see through theMist (a magical illusion that makes mortals see what they want to believe).
    • One cold March afternoon, the class was having free time. The girls were playing a massivegame of monkey in the middle, and the guys were playing basketball. However, Felix andJesus were swimming laps.A soft humming sound floated across the pool. Felix stood up straight, treading the water ina bicycle motion. He looked towards the sound. Miss Sirenium was smiling and he beganswimming toward sher.Jesus stopped and looked up. He had never seen Felix swim quite so badly. But then, helooked at Felixs‘ tranced face, and he knew that he had to get the crossbow.Jesus swam to the edge, dodging a group of girls in bikinis playing volleyball. He pulledhimself up and wobbled to the change tooms, water dripping from his red plad shorts.Meanwhile, Felix was having difficulty staying aloft. The view disappeared, and all he sawwas himself, in front of Echidna, but the form was shimmering, changing into the worstmonsters... Cyclops... Talos... the Minotaur... a Gegenee... He saw himself take hiscrossbow, and yell out, ―I am Felix Faust, son of Tyche, defender of Camp Half-Blood, andthe reason why your friends are <i>not</i> here! Fear me!‖ Whichever monster it was, itgrowled. ―Good luck, young hero.‖ Stubbornly, Felix responded before firing, ―I am the sonof Tyche! I‘m simply oozing with luck!‖ The vision melted away, and Felix was standing infront of a siren. She was a vulture, with black feathers and gray talons, but her head wasstill the same; the wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.Then Felix‘s head went underwater.He gasped for breath, but all he got was a mouthful of chlorine. Felix struggled in the water,fighting to find the surface.Suddenly, the humming stopped, and Felix was bobbing in the water.On deck was Jesus, the crossbow in his arms, another arrow notched in place. Where themonster was perched, there was only a smell of sulphur, and what seemed like yellow sand.Felix knew, however, that Miss Sirenium was history.Candice McKayChapter OneCandice sat at her mother‘s machinery, fingering a gear. Even though she was twelve andresponsible, her mother, Stephaine McKay made Candice walk to her job—a computerfactory.
    • The factory was dark, lit only by a single lightbulb in the middle of the room. The lightbulbflickred on and off, which was extremely annoying. Candice made a mental note to changeit when she had the chance.Lined up against the wall were computer parts, in neat, colour-coded boxes, with labels. Thefactory was small, and it was rather like a classroom. Candice sat at a desk in the farcorner, her mother working beside her.Often, people said that Candice looked like a minature Ms. McKay. They bother were tall andlanky, with dark skin and kind, gentle, brown eyes. The only difference (apart from age)was that Candice had short and curly dark brown hair, and her mother had long and wavy.In the factory, her beautiful hair was tied back in a ponytail.The light flickered once more as Candice bent down to pull her homework out of her backpack. She heard a gasp and she sat up straight. The light was out again, but she felt hermother give her a five pound hammer and a phone. ―Go,‖ she could just bearly hear hermother whisper, ―Go and call that number I thought you.‖ Candice sighed.You see, Stephanie was a mysterious woma. She had Candice memorize a specific numberin case of emergency, and not to call the police.She never explained why.She told Candice to go somewhere in case of emergency, but told her to never go thereotherwise.Yes, Stephanie McKay was indeed a mysterious woman.Chapter TwoThe lights flicked back on, and Candice saw why her mother had gasped.A board, bigger than any she had ever seen was pawing the ground nervously. She hadseen these wild animals on TV, and did not want to be in its way.―Go out the back door, it‘s you it wants,‖ Ms. McKay whispered to her daughter. Candicelooked at her mother, perplexed, but as usual, her mother‘s face was blank, and offered noanswers.With a sigh, Candice turned.CRASH.Candice cautiously turned around. The boar had managed to turn over a box of materials. Anormal boar would not be able to dothat.
    • Candice was now terrified, but she gripped the cell phone and the hammer tightly and madeher way to the back exit. She pushed the door, and light spilled through. Crap. Now thebeast could see her.The boar growled and ran directly at Candice, trampling the desks. Screwdrivers and nailsflew in every direction possible. Her mother lay slouched against the wall dazed. ―Mom!‖Cried Candice, her eyes wide.Stephanie opened her eyes. ―Go!‖ Again, Candice knew that it was for the best, so shejumped out into broad daylight, the boar getting closer and closer. Just in time, the heavydoor hit the brute‘s head, and Candice pulled out a bus ticket from her jacket.To her relief, luck seemed to be on her side. A bus pulled up and she ran in it, shakingviolently. Candice looked at her hands. She had just noticed in all the action that she wasstill holding the hammer and phone. Candice flipped open the phone and dialed the numbershe was trained to know.One ring… two rings…―Hello?‖ The voice startled her. Candice hadn‘t expected anyone to pick up.―My mom‘s in trouble!‖ She cried into the phone.―Where are you?‖ Said the voice on the other end. Even though he probably had no ideawho Candice McKay was, his voice was dripping with worry for the young girl.―Save my mom! Stephanie McKay in the ‗Computer for Gods‘ factory!‖ Candice insisted.―Alright! Where are you?‖ The voice sounded exasperated.―On bus nine. This board thing is chasing me.‖For a moment, Candice thought that the line went dead.―Go to Long Is—――I know. I‘m on my way.‖The line really did go dead, and the bus pulled up. Candice looked back, and saw the boar,at the bus stop. She gulped and charged out of the door, her hammer (who she decided toname Hammy) above her head. Candice brought it down hard on its snout, and beganrunning.Her brave action had only brought her several seconds, but she managed to make anescape to her mysterious destination.Get past the tree, her mother had told her.Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.Dreading what was behind her, she turned around. The boar charged.Chapter ThreeThe boar was coming straight at Candice. With a terrifying yell, she jumped out of the wayand swung the hammer on it‘s head.The boar glared at Candice in surprise. She took the moment to run up the hill, past thetree.Much too late, she realized that the boar had pierced her right arm, and it was bleedinggreatly. Candice was crying, sobbing for help.―Help! Someone, please!‖Her pleas of help were answered by a young boy, who was running towards her. He haddark brown hair, bright blue eye and a lanky figure. He introduced himself as Edwin, son ofHades, whatever that meant. Candice looked at him, a perplexed look on her face.―No time to explain. We‘ve got to ge trid of him.‖ He shot a look of disgust at the boar, whowas groaning. ―So,‖ he continued, ―Here‘s the plan. You stay here, and I‘ll go in.‖Candice immediately shook her head. ―It‘ll kill you! We need a spear, or a bow and arrow.‖Without another word, she found a bendy twig and pulled out a piece of string to tie at the
    • end, making a bow. Candice then took another piece of wood and shaped it into an arrow.She handed the two to a speechless Edwin. He shook his head. ―I can‘t use them. I‘mhopeless.‖ Candice shrugged and Edwin charged. Abashed by the foolish movement, Candice ran after him and tried hitting the boar. They worked hard and well together, but itwasn‘t enough. Edwin was sppn lying on the ground.He gasped and stuttered in pain as Candice lifted him up and put an arm around her neck.He leaned on her as she trudhed up the hill. Once they were past the boundary line,Candice carefully put him on the ground and ran to get help.Edwin was soon in the middle of a mob. A few kids picked him up and took his limp body tothe infirmary before Candice could thank him.Candice was once again alone, in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, with a wildboar pacing close to her. She didn‘t know where to go, or what to do.Luckily, a girl with brown hair and forest green eyes came running towards her.―Hi,‖Candice said uncertainty to her.―Hi,‖ she replied. ―You should probably go to the infirmary,‖she said, regarding the large gash on Candice‘s arm.―Why should trust you? For all I know,you might drug me.‖The girl rolled her eyes, and put her hands on her hips, ―I swear on thethe River Styx,‖ was her response.Candice was shocked. What on earth is that?But then,another boy came, with a mechanical bird on his shoulder. They explained to her thatgods—the Ancient Greek gods are real, and are having offspring‘s with mortals Candiceunderstood that the girls‘ (her name was Iviana) mother was actually Demeter, the goddessof the Harvest, and the boys‘ (his name was Jon) and was the son of Hephaestus, the godof the Forge. Candice finally agreed to be taken away to the infirmary. She stumbled upon a white bed.As soon as she closed her eyes, rest fell upon her.The Myth of PersuesPage 1Let me tell you an old story that has been here even before your great-great-greatgrandparents. It has been the favourite of many young children—a great bedtime story tobe cherished forever. Acrisius was an old king. He had a daughter, Danae, who was verybeautiful. She had long, brown hair and emerald green eyes. Acrisius wanted to know herfuture, so he went to the Oracle to get a prophecy. The Oracle told him that he would bekilled by his grandson. Hearing this, he locked Danae in a tower and let no one go near her.Page 2However, it wasn‘t enough. Zeus, the king of gods, visited the beautiful Danae in a showerof gold and impregnated her. Soon, she had a baby boy called Perseus. Scared for his life,King Acrisius put the princess and the newborn in a boat with no food and no oars. NowDanae‘s and Perseus‘s life were in the hands of the gods.Page 3
    • Zeus, the god of the sky, steered her towards land. A good fisherman, called Dictys, foundher and let her live with him. They lived with Dictys for a while. When Perseus was alreadyold and able to protect his mother, the king, Polydectes found out about Danae and wantedher hand in marriage.Page 4The only problem was the boy. If Danae refused the hand, than Perseus could protect her.But Polydectes was sly. He pretended that he was in love with another princess,Hipposdameia. He told his soldiers that they were going to get married, and they all gavehim a horse each. Perseus had nothing, so he said, very foolishly, ―I will bring you the headof Medusa Gorgon!‖Page 5I‘m awfully sorry. Who‘s Medusa, you ask? Medusa was once a young, beautiful girl. Shewas energetic and happy. Even the sea god, Poseidon, couldn‘t resist her. So they started arelationship. One day, the god asked Medusa to meet him at Athena‘s temple.Page 6However, Athena didn‘t see this in a nice way. She thought it very irrespective; especiallysince she and Poseidon were always quarrelling (that‘s another story!). The next day, whenMedusa and Poseidon were together, Athena snuck up and put a horrible spell on Medusa.Her gray eyes were narrowed angrily, and her long blonde hair was tied together. She had ashield, and was dressed for battle. That‘s when you know that this goddess meant business.Page 7―I have snakes in my hair,‖ screamed Medusa as she felt her once-blonde hair. ―Correction,‖Athena said smugly. ―You have no hair. You are left, instead, with snakes. They will be yoursole company, apart from your sisters, who will share your same unfortunate fate, becauseevery time a mortal looks at you, they will instantly turn to stone.‖ Upon hearing this,Medusa let out a scream so loud that anyone from kilometres around could have heard.―Feel the wrath of Athena,‖ cried the goddess and she disappeared.Page 8Anyway, dear reader, Perseus agreed to hunt down the monster. Polydectes was sure thathe would die. Perseus was left with only a sword. He didn‘t know what to do. He hadnothing—no information, no food, no shelter.Page 9Hermes, the god of travelers, looked down and felt bad for Perseus. The god gave him flyingshoes such as his own. Along with the gift, came orders: ―You must visit the Nymphs of theNorth for equippement. Flying sandals and a sword is not sufficient. However, only the Gray
    • sisters know where they Nymphs dance and sing. But they will not tell you where theyNymphs live because the Gorgons are their sisters. They have a tooth and an eye to sharebetween the three of them, so you can trick them.‖Page 10Being polite and well raised, Perseus thanked the Hermes and left. As a Gray sister waspassing the eye, he grabbed it. He demanded the location of the Nymphs, in return for theeye. They agreed and Perseus departed.Page 11The Nymphs were hard to resist. They smelled like apples and cinnamon, and were verybeautiful. Their music was inspiring with a tune so sweet that you had to dance. However,Perseus was able to leave, and the Nymphs gave him Hades‘s (the god of the Underworld)helmet that made the wearer invisible; Athena‘s reflective golden shield and a pouch thatcould hold anything.Page 12Perseus was now ready to face Medusa. Wearing the helmet, he used the shield as a mirror.Medusa, even asleep, looked frightful. She had scales, and the snakes were hissing. Henearly dropped the shield! But Hermes, in his mind, urged him on. He slew Medusa and putthe head in the pouch. As he flew back to the island, he noticed a beautiful lady strapped toa rock in the middle of the ocean.Page 13―Oh, fair maiden,‖ called he, ―What have you done to be hear alone, strapped to this coldgray stone?‖ Andromeda, for that was her name, looked up, her clear, large, blue eyes widewith fright. ―Oh, my dear hero. My mother boasted that I was more beautiful than theNereids in Poseidon‘s court. He will send a horrible sea-monster to kill me!‖ She startedsobbing at the mere thought of it.Page 14.―Nay, my lady. I will not let this be. In this pouch, I have the head of Medusa, the mortalGorgon! I will turn the beast to stone and save you—on one condition—that you become mywife.‖ Andromeda agreed at once. Well, he was rather good-looking. Then the sea-monstercame, it looked at Medusa‘s head and was instantly turned to stone. Perseus sliced thechains off Andromeda and they flew back to the island, Seriphos.Page 15―I have the head of Medusa!‖ announced bold Perseus proudly, as he entered the wedding.―I have returned from my quest, and I have a beautiful maiden with me, Andromeda, whowill be my wife.‖ He looked up proudly, and was shocked to see his mother in a bridal dress
    • with Polydectes. Tear tracks marked her pale cheeks. ―A trick to get rid of me. Polydectes,you will wish you never forced my mother to marry you!‖ he cried, angry. ―Mother,Andromeda, close your eyes!‖Page 16.He lifted the head of Medusa out of the pouch and Polydectes and his soldiers instantlyturned to marble. Andromeda and Perseus got married. At the celebrations, Perseus threw aspear. Whoever could throw it the farthest, would win. Unfortunately, it hit an old man,killing him. It turned out that the old man was really king Acrisius, the father of Danae.Page 17So the Prophecy came true at last. Danae, Perseus and Andromeda moved in at the castleof Danaes‘s for-fathers. Perseus put his gifts and the head of Medusa down at a nearby tree.He was returning them back to the gods. The next day, they were gone. And nothingremained for proof of this story except for a handful of very realistic marble statues. TheEnd.A roleplay postA young-looking girl was walking in the Hollow, wearing a white summer dress. It was moreor less really a white sheet, but she way she fashionably wrapped it around her pale bodyno one would suspect a thing. The dress had a single strap that went around her rightshould and back behind her fashioned in to a belt. Her feet were protected with matchingwhite leather sandals. The pale, silvery hair was divided into three— two thin breadsstarting from her temples and came together from behind.The girl herself was pale with bright blue eyes. She seemed to be just under the average ofa twenty-year old human— which she wasn‘t. If you got closer, you could see that her earswere actually pointed. This girl— well, actually, she was an elf-maiden— had nearly escapedfrom home for the night.The elf worked in her father‘s forge, which now belonged to her. It was the same with herred and silver sword, which had been forged from the beginning of elves.She came from a well-respected family, raised both as a daughter and a son. She lived withher mother before her father left for a hunt yet never returned. She was Luthien Telrunya.She paused in front of a willow and raised her hand to touch the light green swirls. Luthienintertwined her slender fingers with the leaves and made her way towards the bark of thetree. She sat down on the soft, tender grass and leaned on the harsh bark. The sight wastruly impeccable – the sky was dark and the forest tress just added to it. The moon waslarge and she was easily able to see everything that was happening around her; the softflitter flutter of the blue-jayed robin; the sound of a squirrel scamper up an oak tree. Thesmell and environment reminded her of the times she spent with her father gazing up at theconstellations.
    • “Papa,” she would say as she gazed up at him adoringly. “Papa, remind me, whatconstellation is that?”The broad, strong elf father would look back down at her. It would obvious that he loved hisdaughter more than anything in the world. He would brush away a strand of lost hair behindher ear and say as he lifted her up. “That, Luthien, is the fish. He swims in the sky, thewhite stars trailing behind him as he swims. They say that when you are lost, follow thefish. “She looked up at the stars, but alas – she could see nothing from the underneath the tree.And yet, she did not want to get up. Luthien had a strange feeling that it would disturb thesilent quite that she escaped for. She knew that there was a chance that her mother hadfound out about her rebellion.Oh well,she thought with a mere shrug.Enjoy it while it lasts.Raining ForeverIntroductionA family of five was walking on a hard dirt path. The father was tall and well built. He wasstrolling beside his wife, a pretty perky woman. Her hair was straight and fiery red, and wastied up in a tight ponytail. Her sky blue eyes seemed to bore into her surroundings: a forestthat encircled the path, the sky colored the salmon-pink of earthy dawn.―George, Victor, Amalia, hurry up!‖ She called from the front. The result was immediate;two twins with identical features ran up to walk beside their mother.However, the youngest, a little girl was bent down, examining a slowly crawling earthworm.She giggled as she brushed away a strand of golden hair of her face. When her mother sawwhat Amalia had picked up she blanched. ―Amalia,‖ she scolded. ―Put that filthy thing down,and come here.‖ Amalia sighed as she carefully set the worm down in the grass. Aftermaking sure that it was fine, she trotted happily to her father, ―Daddy,‖ she whispered,tugging on his arm. ―Are we really going to the Quidditch World cup?‖Her father looked at Amalia with a warm smile. ―Yes, and we‘ve got pretty good seats, too.‖Amalia beamed a gap-toothed smile.―Amalia,‖ came her mothers‘ voice. ―Go play with your brothers.‖ Amalia nodded and fellback.―Harold, why in the world did we bring her along?‖
    • ―Fresh air. Healer McRealler told us she needed it. We‘ve been through this before, Rose.‖He looked gravely to his wife.―And I‘ve told you that she gets plenty of fresh air when she degnoms the garden!‖ Roseexclaimed.Harold sighed. ―But does she even enjoy it?‖―It doesn‘t matter!‖ Rose snapped loudly.Amalia froze. She knew that her parents were talking about her. ―Ah!‖ Harold said, pickingup a worn Styrofoam coffee cup, ―Here it is!‖ Everyone gathered around the coffee cup andtouched it. Suddenly, the world began to spinning. Amalia felt her feet leave the ground.After a few dizzying moments, Amalia wearily opened her eyes. Everyone was lying on theground. In the distance, music was playing. She sat up straight and stood, walking towardsthe music, her family behind her.They had arrived!The VisionThere was simply too much to hear, see and smell, Amalia decided, turning around to seeeverything.Harold made a campfire and set up a brown, camping tent. ―Everyone, get in.‖ heinstructed.Eagerly, Amalia ran in the tent and gasped, while her brothers ran in and whistled. ―Sweet!‖It was huge. From the outside, it was a normal-sized tent, about three people could fit inquite comfortably, but in the inside… it was the size of an apartment! Amalia walked over toa small bed and placed a small messenger bag on it. She sat on the bed, a look ofsatisfaction on her young face.She sat there for a moment or two, before her father got up with a wild smile on his face.―It‘s time.‖Amalia could hardly believe it. It was basically a dream come true. She outstretched hertiny hands for her father and her brother, Victor to hold. He gripped his little sisters‘ handtightly as they made their way to the pitch. To Amalia‘s surprise, her family were stilltogether as they sat down on the crimson red velvet seats.Then, the world stopped. Time slowed down.Amalia opened her eyes and she felt like she was being pushed vigorously. She glancedaround, but no one was touching her. She flitted her eyes back to the pitch, where a game
    • was going on. In a flash, Amalia saw the whole game in front of her. ―240, China wins toScotland, 60!‖She blinked and everything was back to normal. Amalia scanned the pitch, but it wasempty. Weird, Amalia thought to herself.Did I just see an entire Quidditch match go by myown two eyes? But the answer zoomed to the back of her head. I think I just saw thefuture. The thought secretly terrified her, but then she had another idea: Why not takeadvantage?―Daddy?‖ Amalia asked, fighting for her fathers‘ attention. ―I‘ll make a bet with you,‖ Herfather searched eagerly around, as if to see if anyone was watching. He keened in closer.―Yes?‖ He replied, his voice close to a whisper.―Give me a galleon plus my allowance if China wins, 240 to Scotland, who has 60.‖ Herfather nodded in agreement, and they shook hands on it,Suddenly, the crowd went silent. The match had begun.―Hello, everyone!‖ A voice announced. ―Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup! I‘m ElizabethJane Huntingford, your host for today. First up, we‘ll have the nimble China!‖Seven small and skinny wizards with brooms in their hands walked up the pitch, nicely co-ordinate. Amalia thought that they looked like solders, marching into battle.―Liu! Mai! Ying! Beh! Po! Kat! Aaand McIlwraith!‖ The crowd clapped loudly as the seven gotin to order. ―Scotties, forward! Morrison! Paterson! Mitchell! Young! Ross! Clark! AaaandTaylor!‖ To Amalia‘s amusement, the Scots were nearly exactly the opposite of the Chinese.They were large and well built— nearly twice the size of the Chinese Quidditch players.Amalia watched every single detail as the two captains, Liu and Morrison shook hands. Theyboth looked at each other as if passing a secret message.You’re going down, Asians!Going down, ha! We maybe be small, but we’re gonna whip you guys so bad, you’ll fly allthe way back to your wittle mummies!The referee blew the whistle and they were off, soaring threw the sky. The Scotish Beaterslooked like they could tackle the whole Chinese team. However, China was fast and soonscored.―Liu has it! She‘s making her way towards the Scottish side! She throws! And she scores! 10nothing to China! ‖Amalia had to admire Liu‘s skill and fast thinking. Liu was her hero, and she wanted to be achaser, just like her, not the stinking keeper that her brothers made her play. The gamecontinued, Amalia watching intensely, learning new moves and new strategies. The game
    • went by fast, or so Amalia thought so. Wasn‘t there a saying, ―Time flies when you‘rehaving fun,‖?She saw a glint of gold sweep by one of the Scotland beater‘s ear, and McllWraith wentzooming passed him. The beater only later realized what was happening, and it was alreadytoo late. The match was over, and China had won.Amalia got up and cheered with the rest of the crowd, grinning broadly as Elizabeth JaneHuntingford‘s voice ran through the podium. ―240, China wins to Scotland, 60!‖Amalia looked at her father proudly, her hand outstretched. ―I‘ll give it to you at the end ofthis week, when I give you your weekly allowance, alright?‖ Amalia couldn‘t say anything;she was too busy smiling to herself.This was a dream come true for Amalia, a lonely girl, age seven, who‘s only dream is to playQuidditch.It was all a dreamAmalia woke up with a start, sweating and gasping for breath. Her eyes flitted from herceiling to her best friend, Savita who slept on, undaunted.She leaned on her bed and took her crystal ball that one of her friends, Kyle had given toher as a Christmas present. She gazed into the orb, but the only thing that she could seewas Hogsmeade under snow. Amalia sighed and put the crystal ball away. Not long ago, shehad spoken with Kyle and Scott, and they had decided together that she was a Seer; shehad even seen a prophecy in which Scott and she were to take part off.How could the best time of her life become a nightmare? But Amalia wasn‘t quite sure aboutit. It seemed more like it was warning her. Something important, she was sure of it butwhat?Amalia pulled herself back underneath her warm, comforting silk covers. She turned aroundto face her neat desk; a stack of parchment nearly in a corner; her eagle quills in a metalcup. She closed her eyes, an effort to sleep. She sighed and opened her eyes after a fewmoments.This was not working.Amalia got out of bed and walked to her bookshelf, taking out ―Quidditch Through theages‖. Amalia began reading, but her heart simply wasn‘t in it. She put the book away indisgust. When Quidditch couldn‘t take her mind off things, it was very, very sad.Amalia put her night dress on, and went downstairs to the common room, with a glass ofhot chocolate and whipped cream. She sat on the armchair next to the blazing, hot fire thatwas still going, despite that it was three ‗o‘clock in the morning. Amalia sipped the warm
    • drink and hugged her knees. She loved this drink, her father would always fix it up for herwhen either she or the weather were feeling down.Amalia sat there for a long time, lost in thought, Even after the chocolate and cream waslong gone, she sat there, untouched, her thought now in her future.TearsWeeks later, a beautiful Sunday afternoon, Kyle, Amalia, and Savita went to Hogsmeade.They were strolling down the snowy streets, bundled up in scarves, cloaks, hats andmittens. The village cottage-like houses were dumped with snow, looking more like aChristmas card. The snow itself was falling lightly down on to the villagers below. Amaliagiggled as one fell on her nose.She was happy. Her nightmares were long forgotten. Oh, so happy! She didn‘t have a carein the world.But that was going to change, in a matter of seconds.―Amalia! Amalia!‖Amalia turned around, frowning. In front of her, she saw a woman with brown hair andeyes. She had a tall figure, and was holding several bags.Amalia looked at the woman in confusion. ―Um, do I know you?‖ As if on cue, her friendstilted their heads and looked at the woman. Do we attack?The woman laughed richly. ―Of course you don‘t. The last time you saw me was when youwere two years old!‖Amalia blinked. ―What?‖The woman smiled kindly. ―Why don‘t we go to the Three Broomsticks? There‘s much todiscuss.‖Amalia stared at the woman as if she was insane. ―Are you out of your mind? I‘m notentering a cafe with a stranger!‖The woman shook her head. ―I am Amalia too. Your mother‘s best friend.‖Amalia looked at her in confusion. ―Rose?‖Amalia Jr. shook her head once more. ―Helena. You‘re adopted, Amalia. Rose is your fostermother. After Helena and Benjamin were forced to put you away in an orphanage, Helenaand Benjamin both told me that I was to watch over the child. And I did.‖
    • Amalia peered at the woman. ―Why don‘t I remember you?‖―Because a memory charm was casted on you when you were young.‖―Holy shit,‖ said Savita. Without her comment, you could have heard a pin drop. This madeAmalia feel much more comfortable. It reassured her that her friends were still there, andthey were going to stay there no matter what. Amalia looked at her feet, in the awkwardsilence. Should I go, or not?She debated in silence, and it was a great surprise when made up her mind. ―Alright,‖Amalia said, bitterly. ―Let‘s go.‖They foursome made their way to the Tree Broomsticks, a nearby pub. It was filled withHogwarts students, either standing or chatting happily, or sitting at the tables, their headsput together. Amalia Jr. led them to a table in the corner.Amalia sat down at a table, facing Amalia Jr. ―Alright then,‖ she said as she ordered fourbutter beers. ―Start from the top.‖―Your parents were very young when they had you. It was only a year since they hadgraduated from Hogwarts. They were happy together and you, but it wasn‘t enough to keepthe family together. They became so poor that they didn‘t want you to live such a life. Theygave you away, promising that they would work hard to earn you back again, so you willlive with your parents again.As we were saying good-bye to you at the orphanage, your mother pulled me close and toldme to watch you. I agreed to do so. Your father then pulled out his wand and cast the spellthat changed your life forever.I‘ve watched you ever since then.‖There was a sickening silence, and Amalia buried her head in her arms. Tears werestreaming down her face, which made her friends uncomfortable. They didn‘t exactly knowwhat to do if she cried, because, well, she never did.It was too much to take for her. She felt her friends comfort her, saying that everything wasgoing to be okay. Ifa) Realizing that the family that you‘ve lived with for your whole life wasn‘t your real familyis okayb) Being told by a total stranger that you were being watched is okayc) Your parents were much too poor to raise you is okayd) Now those exact same parents want you back is okay
    • e) All of the above okay√Then sure! Everything was going to be just fine.Her mother‘s best friend got up and put a slip of paper on the table and left, her cloackswaying behing her. It had two addresses on it.Benjamin and Helena Gredlune,48 June st.London, ENAmalia Nurp307 Bendazaa Rd.London, EN.Amalia didn‘t look up in till most of the pub had disappeared. The snow had stopped falling,and the sky was dark.Amalia had never felt more alone in her life before, yet her two best friends were at herside, comforting her.The End.