The document introduces Vonne Benedettoo, an 18-year-old demigod daughter of the goddess of spite. She lives in England with her father but attends Camp Half-Blood in the summer. The story follows Vonne as she deals with her father being arrested for drunk driving and prepares to go to camp. At camp, Vonne has a feeling she will betray her friends. The story continues with Vonne fighting in a chaotic battle and ultimately committing suicide by jumping off a cliff.

1. Summer
Hi. I‘m Vonne Benedettoo. I am eighteen years old, and I live in Sudbury, England. My
father is Samuel Benedettoo, a shop owner for fabrics. My mother is Eris, the goddess of
spite. I suppose one could say that I take after her, but that‘s only when I lose that temper
of mine. Otherwise, it‘s complete rubbish. Anyway, during the summer, I go to a summer
camp, 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 the
nearby mustard yellow dish-towel.
I can see the officer climb up the uneven stone stairs. He knocks on the door smartly with
his 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 face
with a fairly large and plump man with a busy French moustache. How amusing, I think,A
French 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 stray
golden lock behind my ear.
―Good morning, Miss Benedettoo,‖ he responds. ―Dear me, I do hope that you are Miss
Benedettoo—your father is a Samuel Benedettoo? I smile faintly as I see the moustache
move 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 he
simply 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 is
separated. After I was born, sir, she left and my father has neither spoken to her, or even
about 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 my
car keys), the house keys and my back-pack which turns into a killer black boomerang
when opened.
I step out of the house and I close the door behind us and sat down in the front passenger
sear of the cop-car.
―Your father was drunk driving.‖

2. I sigh again and I close my eyes, which I believe are blue. ―Is he alright?‖ My gaze drops
over 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, after
a 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 do
better than that. So, I nod immediately. ―But in a week, I‘m going to a camp, in America. I
have 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 clicking
against 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,‖ he
whispers.
I look at him, my eyes full of sorrow. However, I felt myself get slightly angry. I‘m not going
to let any loving or smoochy words get past him. In order to avoid those, I go straight to
the point.
―I‘m going to stay alone for a week, then go to camp,‖ I respond, grasping his hand tightly
through the bars. ―I‘ll try to keep you posted,‖ I vow, looking probably the most solemn that
I 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 of
emotion. The officer puts a firm hand on my shoulder and takes me towards the car, my
head still towards my father.

3. ―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 my
shoulder, and I feel the bottle of temper that I usually have a cap on crack open. Next thing
I 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 saying
a 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 house
keys; 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 pine
tree, which are the camps boundaries.
I smile at the others as they yell out greeting to me, but they flinch when I open my mouth
to speak to them.
I shiver as I feel a prick climbs up my back. I try to shake it away, but it seems to simply
stay 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‘t
have any.
Bloody spite.
I close my eyes, still thinking about my betrayal. Great. Now I‘ve got yet another bloody
thing to think about.
Death
Vonne Bendettoo was the daughter of the goddess of spite. She had long, blonde hair and
icy, 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 in
a 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.

4. Vonne was now at the door. She pushed it wide open and stepped outside. She felt a cold
breeze pass her, but she did not react. Her face had a dazed expression, and she began
walking 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, the
dazed 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 in
the castle.
Vonne grabbed a black backpack (it was her boomerang when opened), a piece of paper
and 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 for
it.
With all the love I ever had,
Vonne Benedettoo
P.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 a
tender 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 sharp
rocks.
The last thing the daughter of Eris saw was the bright blue sky, and the shining sun. The
last thing she heard was a wail for help, and the last thing she felt was the jagged rocks
pierce her battered skin
Felix Faust
Chapter One
Light shined though a glass window. Birds sung happily in a merry tune.

5. 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 black
dress with a white frilly apron barged in. One was tall and skinny, with blue eyes and blonde
hair in a tight bun. The other wasn‘t as tall, but was just as pretty, with shiny cropped red
hair 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 to
the 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 she
pulled the covers away. A young boy was laying there, his brown hair over his eyes. He
rubbed 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 the
breakfast tray in front of him.
―Eat up,‖ she said with a kind smile, ―You have a big day ahead of you.‖ Felix faust groaned
as he drank his apple juice. ―Don‘t reminde me!‖ Starting highschool certantly was
important.
―Alright, dear,‖ was the answer.
***
Felix was sitting nervously in his father‘s limosine, with bodyguards on either side. His
crossbow was slung on his shoulder. You see, Felix was a demigod. His father, Adrian Faust
won the lottery—twice in a row, causing the goddess of luck and chance, Tyche to fall in
love with him. Then, love took its course. The goddess helped the young man to make his
way slowly from a lottery winner, to a millionaire, and now finally, to a billionaire. Before
leaving, 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 when
they appear. Monsters can die, but they don‘t have spirits, like mortals. Filex found the
crossbow lying in the weapon box, down at the bottom. He found it by luck, actually. He and
a friend were throwing a coin to see who would get which weapon; a silver, beautiful sword
that comes with a scabbard; or a dusty crossbow. His luck power failed, and he ended up
choosing 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. The
other kids were staring at him with shock and envy. I get that from everyone, just because
I’m rich., he thought bitterly.
He was led to his new locker and he put his books away and made his way to his
registration class. There was standing a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and
intelligent blue ideas. She was fit, yet model like, but when she saw Felix, she gave him a
creepy smile.
―Hi,‖ he said, responding the smile uneasily.

6. ―Welcome to room 312, Felix Faust.‖
Chapter Two
Felix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back a
greeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). The
teacher‘s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.
―I‘m Miss Sirenium,‖ Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. ―I‘m looking
forward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,‖ She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix‘s
classmates and himself.
―I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happy
note, why don‘t we do the attendance now?‖ She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenly
couldn‘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 politely
raised 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 about
your mother?‖ Someone prompted.
Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? ―She, she died.‖ He managed to say. Miss
Sirenium 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 lunch
box 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 sandwhich
which included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheese
from France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. ―Hi,‖ he said
shily to Felix. ―Can I sit here?‖

7. Felix nodded and moved to make room. ―Sure. I‘m Felix.‖ Felix said. The boy nodded. ―I
know. 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 the
subject.
It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board‘s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was a
French chef.
Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.
Chapter Three
Felix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back a
greeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). The
teacher‘s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.
―I‘m Miss Sirenium,‖ Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. ―I‘m looking
forward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,‖ She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix‘s
classmates and himself.
―I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happy
note, why don‘t we do the attendance now?‖ She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenly
couldn‘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 politely
raised 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 about
your mother?‖ Someone prompted.
Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? ―She, she died.‖ He managed to say. Miss
Sirenium licked her lips, and it was the turn of another.

8. 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 lunch
box 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 sandwhich
which included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheese
from France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. ―Hi,‖ he said
shily to Felix. ―Can I sit here?‖
Felix nodded and moved to make room. ―Sure. I‘m Felix.‖ Felix said. The boy nodded. ―I
know. 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 the
subject.
It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board‘s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was a
French chef.
Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.
Chapter Three
Miss Sirenium was their swimming teacher, as well as registration, so Felix and Jesus saw
her 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, but
also 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 his
son 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 the
Mist (a magical illusion that makes mortals see what they want to believe).

9. One cold March afternoon, the class was having free time. The girls were playing a massive
game of monkey in the middle, and the guys were playing basketball. However, Felix and
Jesus were swimming laps.
A soft humming sound floated across the pool. Felix stood up straight, treading the water in
a bicycle motion. He looked towards the sound. Miss Sirenium was smiling and he began
swimming toward sher.
Jesus stopped and looked up. He had never seen Felix swim quite so badly. But then, he
looked 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 pulled
himself 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 saw
was himself, in front of Echidna, but the form was shimmering, changing into the worst
monsters... Cyclops... Talos... the Minotaur... a Gegenee... He saw himself take his
crossbow, and yell out, ―I am Felix Faust, son of Tyche, defender of Camp Half-Blood, and
the reason why your friends are <i>not</i> here! Fear me!‖ Whichever monster it was, it
growled. ―Good luck, young hero.‖ Stubbornly, Felix responded before firing, ―I am the son
of Tyche! I‘m simply oozing with luck!‖ The vision melted away, and Felix was standing in
front of a siren. She was a vulture, with black feathers and gray talons, but her head was
still 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 the
monster was perched, there was only a smell of sulphur, and what seemed like yellow sand.
Felix knew, however, that Miss Sirenium was history.
Candice McKay
Chapter One
Candice sat at her mother‘s machinery, fingering a gear. Even though she was twelve and
responsible, her mother, Stephaine McKay made Candice walk to her job—a computer
factory.

10. The factory was dark, lit only by a single lightbulb in the middle of the room. The lightbulb
flickred on and off, which was extremely annoying. Candice made a mental note to change
it when she had the chance.
Lined up against the wall were computer parts, in neat, colour-coded boxes, with labels. The
factory was small, and it was rather like a classroom. Candice sat at a desk in the far
corner, her mother working beside her.
Often, people said that Candice looked like a minature Ms. McKay. They bother were tall and
lanky, 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 back
pack. She heard a gasp and she sat up straight. The light was out again, but she felt her
mother give her a five pound hammer and a phone. ―Go,‖ she could just bearly hear her
mother whisper, ―Go and call that number I thought you.‖ Candice sighed.
You see, Stephanie was a mysterious woma. She had Candice memorize a specific number
in 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 there
otherwise.
Yes, Stephanie McKay was indeed a mysterious woman.
Chapter Two
The 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 had
seen 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. Candice
looked at her mother, perplexed, but as usual, her mother‘s face was blank, and offered no
answers.
With a sigh, Candice turned.
CRASH.
Candice cautiously turned around. The boar had managed to turn over a box of materials. A
normal boar would not be able to dothat.

11. Candice was now terrified, but she gripped the cell phone and the hammer tightly and made
her way to the back exit. She pushed the door, and light spilled through. Crap. Now the
beast could see her.
The boar growled and ran directly at Candice, trampling the desks. Screwdrivers and nails
flew 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 she
jumped out into broad daylight, the boar getting closer and closer. Just in time, the heavy
door 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, shaking
violently. Candice looked at her hands. She had just noticed in all the action that she was
still holding the hammer and phone. Candice flipped open the phone and dialed the number
she 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 idea
who 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 to
name Hammy) above her head. Candice brought it down hard on its snout, and began
running.
Her brave action had only brought her several seconds, but she managed to make an
escape 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 Three
The boar was coming straight at Candice. With a terrifying yell, she jumped out of the way
and swung the hammer on it‘s head.
The boar glared at Candice in surprise. She took the moment to run up the hill, past the
tree.
Much too late, she realized that the boar had pierced her right arm, and it was bleeding
greatly. 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 had
dark brown hair, bright blue eye and a lanky figure. He introduced himself as Edwin, son of
Hades, 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, who
was 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

12. 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‘m
hopeless.‖ 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 it
wasn‘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 to
the infirmary before Candice could thank him.
Candice was once again alone, in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, with a wild
boar 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 the
the 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 that
gods—the Ancient Greek gods are real, and are having offspring‘s with mortals Candice
understood that the girls‘ (her name was Iviana) mother was actually Demeter, the goddess
of the Harvest, and the boys‘ (his name was Jon) and was the son of Hephaestus, the god
of 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 Persues
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Let me tell you an old story that has been here even before your great-great-great
grandparents. It has been the favourite of many young children—a great bedtime story to
be cherished forever. Acrisius was an old king. He had a daughter, Danae, who was very
beautiful. She had long, brown hair and emerald green eyes. Acrisius wanted to know her
future, so he went to the Oracle to get a prophecy. The Oracle told him that he would be
killed by his grandson. Hearing this, he locked Danae in a tower and let no one go near her.
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However, it wasn‘t enough. Zeus, the king of gods, visited the beautiful Danae in a shower
of 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. Now
Danae‘s and Perseus‘s life were in the hands of the gods.
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13. Zeus, the god of the sky, steered her towards land. A good fisherman, called Dictys, found
her and let her live with him. They lived with Dictys for a while. When Perseus was already
old and able to protect his mother, the king, Polydectes found out about Danae and wanted
her hand in marriage.
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The 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 gave
him a horse each. Perseus had nothing, so he said, very foolishly, ―I will bring you the head
of Medusa Gorgon!‖
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I‘m awfully sorry. Who‘s Medusa, you ask? Medusa was once a young, beautiful girl. She
was energetic and happy. Even the sea god, Poseidon, couldn‘t resist her. So they started a
relationship. One day, the god asked Medusa to meet him at Athena‘s temple.
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However, Athena didn‘t see this in a nice way. She thought it very irrespective; especially
since she and Poseidon were always quarrelling (that‘s another story!). The next day, when
Medusa 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 a
shield, and was dressed for battle. That‘s when you know that this goddess meant business.
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―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 your
sole company, apart from your sisters, who will share your same unfortunate fate, because
every 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.
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Anyway, dear reader, Perseus agreed to hunt down the monster. Polydectes was sure that
he would die. Perseus was left with only a sword. He didn‘t know what to do. He had
nothing—no information, no food, no shelter.
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Hermes, the god of travelers, looked down and felt bad for Perseus. The god gave him flying
shoes such as his own. Along with the gift, came orders: ―You must visit the Nymphs of the
North for equippement. Flying sandals and a sword is not sufficient. However, only the Gray

14. sisters know where they Nymphs dance and sing. But they will not tell you where they
Nymphs live because the Gorgons are their sisters. They have a tooth and an eye to share
between the three of them, so you can trick them.‖
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Being polite and well raised, Perseus thanked the Hermes and left. As a Gray sister was
passing the eye, he grabbed it. He demanded the location of the Nymphs, in return for the
eye. They agreed and Perseus departed.
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The Nymphs were hard to resist. They smelled like apples and cinnamon, and were very
beautiful. 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 that
could hold anything.
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Perseus 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. He
nearly dropped the shield! But Hermes, in his mind, urged him on. He slew Medusa and put
the head in the pouch. As he flew back to the island, he noticed a beautiful lady strapped to
a rock in the middle of the ocean.
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―Oh, fair maiden,‖ called he, ―What have you done to be hear alone, strapped to this cold
gray stone?‖ Andromeda, for that was her name, looked up, her clear, large, blue eyes wide
with fright. ―Oh, my dear hero. My mother boasted that I was more beautiful than the
Nereids in Poseidon‘s court. He will send a horrible sea-monster to kill me!‖ She started
sobbing at the mere thought of it.
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―Nay, my lady. I will not let this be. In this pouch, I have the head of Medusa, the mortal
Gorgon! I will turn the beast to stone and save you—on one condition—that you become my
wife.‖ Andromeda agreed at once. Well, he was rather good-looking. Then the sea-monster
came, it looked at Medusa‘s head and was instantly turned to stone. Perseus sliced the
chains off Andromeda and they flew back to the island, Seriphos.
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―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, who
will be my wife.‖ He looked up proudly, and was shocked to see his mother in a bridal dress

15. 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!‖
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He lifted the head of Medusa out of the pouch and Polydectes and his soldiers instantly
turned to marble. Andromeda and Perseus got married. At the celebrations, Perseus threw a
spear. 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.
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So the Prophecy came true at last. Danae, Perseus and Andromeda moved in at the castle
of 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 nothing
remained for proof of this story except for a handful of very realistic marble statues. The
End.A roleplay post
A young-looking girl was walking in the Hollow, wearing a white summer dress. It was more
or less really a white sheet, but she way she fashionably wrapped it around her pale body
no one would suspect a thing. The dress had a single strap that went around her right
should and back behind her fashioned in to a belt. Her feet were protected with matching
white leather sandals. The pale, silvery hair was divided into three— two thin breads
starting 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 of
a twenty-year old human— which she wasn‘t. If you got closer, you could see that her ears
were actually pointed. This girl— well, actually, she was an elf-maiden— had nearly escaped
from home for the night.
The elf worked in her father‘s forge, which now belonged to her. It was the same with her
red 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 with
her 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. Luthien
intertwined her slender fingers with the leaves and made her way towards the bark of the
tree. She sat down on the soft, tender grass and leaned on the harsh bark. The sight was
truly impeccable – the sky was dark and the forest tress just added to it. The moon was
large and she was easily able to see everything that was happening around her; the soft
flitter flutter of the blue-jayed robin; the sound of a squirrel scamper up an oak tree. The
smell and environment reminded her of the times she spent with her father gazing up at the
constellations.

16. “Papa,” she would say as she gazed up at him adoringly. “Papa, remind me, what
constellation is that?”
The broad, strong elf father would look back down at her. It would obvious that he loved his
daughter more than anything in the world. He would brush away a strand of lost hair behind
her ear and say as he lifted her up. “That, Luthien, is the fish. He swims in the sky, the
white stars trailing behind him as he swims. They say that when you are lost, follow the
fish. “
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 the
silent quite that she escaped for. She knew that there was a chance that her mother had
found out about her rebellion.
Oh well,she thought with a mere shrug.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Raining Forever
Introduction
A family of five was walking on a hard dirt path. The father was tall and well built. He was
strolling beside his wife, a pretty perky woman. Her hair was straight and fiery red, and was
tied up in a tight ponytail. Her sky blue eyes seemed to bore into her surroundings: a forest
that 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 saw
what 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. After
making 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 fell
back.
―Harold, why in the world did we bring her along?‖

17. ―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!‖ Rose
exclaimed.
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, picking
up a worn Styrofoam coffee cup, ―Here it is!‖ Everyone gathered around the coffee cup and
touched 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 the
ground. In the distance, music was playing. She sat up straight and stood, walking towards
the music, her family behind her.
They had arrived!
The Vision
There was simply too much to hear, see and smell, Amalia decided, turning around to see
everything.
Harold made a campfire and set up a brown, camping tent. ―Everyone, get in.‖ he
instructed.
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 in
quite comfortably, but in the inside… it was the size of an apartment! Amalia walked over to
a small bed and placed a small messenger bag on it. She sat on the bed, a look of
satisfaction 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 her
tiny hands for her father and her brother, Victor to hold. He gripped his little sisters‘ hand
tightly as they made their way to the pitch. To Amalia‘s surprise, her family were still
together 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 glanced
around, but no one was touching her. She flitted her eyes back to the pitch, where a game

18. was going on. In a flash, Amalia saw the whole game in front of her. ―240, China wins to
Scotland, 60!‖
She blinked and everything was back to normal. Amalia scanned the pitch, but it was
empty. Weird, Amalia thought to herself.Did I just see an entire Quidditch match go by my
own two eyes? But the answer zoomed to the back of her head. I think I just saw the
future. The thought secretly terrified her, but then she had another idea: Why not take
advantage?
―Daddy?‖ Amalia asked, fighting for her fathers‘ attention. ―I‘ll make a bet with you,‖ Her
father 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.‖ Her
father 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 Elizabeth
Jane 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 got
in to order. ―Scotties, forward! Morrison! Paterson! Mitchell! Young! Ross! Clark! Aaaand
Taylor!‖ 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. They
both 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 all
the way back to your wittle mummies!
The referee blew the whistle and they were off, soaring threw the sky. The Scotish Beaters
looked like they could tackle the whole Chinese team. However, China was fast and soon
scored.
―Liu has it! She‘s making her way towards the Scottish side! She throws! And she scores! 10
nothing to China! ‖
Amalia had to admire Liu‘s skill and fast thinking. Liu was her hero, and she wanted to be a
chaser, just like her, not the stinking keeper that her brothers made her play. The game
continued, Amalia watching intensely, learning new moves and new strategies. The game

19. went by fast, or so Amalia thought so. Wasn‘t there a saying, ―Time flies when you‘re
having fun,‖?
She saw a glint of gold sweep by one of the Scotland beater‘s ear, and McllWraith went
zooming passed him. The beater only later realized what was happening, and it was already
too late. The match was over, and China had won.
Amalia got up and cheered with the rest of the crowd, grinning broadly as Elizabeth Jane
Huntingford‘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 of
this 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 play
Quidditch.
It was all a dream
Amalia woke up with a start, sweating and gasping for breath. Her eyes flitted from her
ceiling 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 to
her as a Christmas present. She gazed into the orb, but the only thing that she could see
was Hogsmeade under snow. Amalia sighed and put the crystal ball away. Not long ago, she
had spoken with Kyle and Scott, and they had decided together that she was a Seer; she
had 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 about
it. It seemed more like it was warning her. Something important, she was sure of it but
what?
Amalia pulled herself back underneath her warm, comforting silk covers. She turned around
to face her neat desk; a stack of parchment nearly in a corner; her eagle quills in a metal
cup. She closed her eyes, an effort to sleep. She sighed and opened her eyes after a few
moments.
This was not working.
Amalia got out of bed and walked to her bookshelf, taking out ―Quidditch Through the
ages‖. Amalia began reading, but her heart simply wasn‘t in it. She put the book away in
disgust. 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 of
hot chocolate and whipped cream. She sat on the armchair next to the blazing, hot fire that
was still going, despite that it was three ‗o‘clock in the morning. Amalia sipped the warm

20. drink and hugged her knees. She loved this drink, her father would always fix it up for her
when either she or the weather were feeling down.
Amalia sat there for a long time, lost in thought, Even after the chocolate and cream was
long gone, she sat there, untouched, her thought now in her future.
Tears
Weeks 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 and
mittens. The village cottage-like houses were dumped with snow, looking more like a
Christmas card. The snow itself was falling lightly down on to the villagers below. Amalia
giggled as one fell on her nose.
She was happy. Her nightmares were long forgotten. Oh, so happy! She didn‘t have a care
in 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 and
eyes. 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 friends
tilted 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 you
were two years old!‖
Amalia blinked. ―What?‖
The woman smiled kindly. ―Why don‘t we go to the Three Broomsticks? There‘s much to
discuss.‖
Amalia stared at the woman as if she was insane. ―Are you out of your mind? I‘m not
entering 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 foster
mother. After Helena and Benjamin were forced to put you away in an orphanage, Helena
and Benjamin both told me that I was to watch over the child. And I did.‖

21. 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 made
Amalia feel much more comfortable. It reassured her that her friends were still there, and
they were going to stay there no matter what. Amalia looked at her feet, in the awkward
silence. 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 with
Hogwarts students, either standing or chatting happily, or sitting at the tables, their heads
put 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 four
butter beers. ―Start from the top.‖
―Your parents were very young when they had you. It was only a year since they had
graduated from Hogwarts. They were happy together and you, but it wasn‘t enough to keep
the family together. They became so poor that they didn‘t want you to live such a life. They
gave you away, promising that they would work hard to earn you back again, so you will
live with your parents again.
As we were saying good-bye to you at the orphanage, your mother pulled me close and told
me to watch you. I agreed to do so. Your father then pulled out his wand and cast the spell
that 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 were
streaming down her face, which made her friends uncomfortable. They didn‘t exactly know
what 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 was
going to be okay. If
a) Realizing that the family that you‘ve lived with for your whole life wasn‘t your real family
is okay
b) Being told by a total stranger that you were being watched is okay
c) Your parents were much too poor to raise you is okay
d) Now those exact same parents want you back is okay

22. 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 cloack
swaying behing her. It had two addresses on it.
Benjamin and Helena Gredlune,
48 June st.
London, EN
Amalia Nurp
307 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 her
side, comforting her.
The End.