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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:06 pm
This is a story I wrote for a guild contest, then extended on. Its called "The Forgotten Myth Of Athens". Enjoy. By the way my name is not actually Cody, he is just a character.
I hate school. I hated school before, before I met her, before I knew anything about the true cruelty of the world and began to hate it as well. Her name... so hard to remember, so hard to forget... Treestayo (tree-ess-tah-yo). She showed up one day, at school. She had said her name with a greek accent as she entered the room, announcing she was a new student. I never thought what did happen could ever happen. At first all seemed normal, ya know, new girl, sitting in the back of the room, looking emotionless, not talking to anyone. She was creeping out people when she knew all the answers and said them in a monotone voice, with just a hint of greek accent. She went for days like that, no emotion showing, no wrong answers. Rumors spread like a case of the flu, saying everything from that she was a spy to that she was a robot. Childish imaginings, but a lot of people believed them. They never would have thought the truth, ever. I caught the sound of sobs on the wind after school, and turned to see her silloutted upon the wall.
"Stay away!" She screamed "Do not look upon my face!"
"Why not?" I asked, walking nearer to her.
"I will tell you only this; emotions are powerful things." she said, temporarily back to the monotone I hated and feared.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"My life... my curse. I want to go back. CURSE THE HEAVENS AND THE GODDESS OF!!!" She sobbed, her voice going into near a growl as she shrieked her curse. Then she muttered something in ancient greek, and sobbed louder than before. She stopped near completely and touched my shoulder. She ran her finger down my arm, then asked:"What is wrong with you? You have heard me crying, screaming, angry even, yet you still breathe? You still sit beside me not harmed, a little scared, but unharmed?"
"Yeah... why wouldn't I be?" I asked.
"Hera." She said simply. "She is not so heavenly as that which she commands."
I was startled. Ideas rushed to my head. "How old are you, Treestayo?"
"I am not sure anymore... I stopped counting after Rome fell." She said. "I was, I think, around one thousand five hundred and... something. I know I was born in ancient Greece, near Athens."
"Wow." I didn't want to laugh, but I did, despite myself. "You don't look that old."
"That is because I was a teenager when..." She cut herself off. "I have told you far too much. I must leave this place, people are suspecting."
Suddenly there was a huge, bright light.
"LOOK AWAY" She screamed in terror. She pushed me to the ground, head first, so my face was burried in the grass we were sitting in.
"Hestia." she said. She let my head up.
"Hello, my dear. How are you this day?" The one speaking looked like an ordinary 9-year-old girl; from the days of the pioneers! She wore a raccoon hat and a brown fur tunic and skirt. Her voice was sweet and her eyes were warm. She looked closer at Treestayo and saw the tears still on her cheeks. "I am sorry I did not come sooner, but I saw no rush in bringing bad news to a troubled soul."
"So there is still nothing to be done but keep up the charade?" Treestayo asked, downheartedly.
"Afraid so, dear mortal, immortal friend." she said sadly. Tears began to swell again in Treestayo's eyes, and a weak sob escaped her quivering lips. "Oh, my dear, do not weep. We will find the answer, I swear it on the river Styx!"
"Can I help but weep when I know it will harm people to be happy? Can I help but only sob in secret, when my tears are cursed menaces to the eyes of others?" she replied sorrowfully. "I don't even know what I did so wrong!"
"Hera will curse anyone as lovely as she, to be twisted and deformed with madness." Hestia said.
"So Hecate has still done nothing that has worked?" she asked.
"If she had, she has not told me." Hestia replied. Suddenly she spotted me. "What is this mortal doing here?"
"He heard me crying and came to comfort me. Isn't that right, Cody?" Treestayo said, still looking at Hestia. "My curse doesn't affect Cody at all."
"Hmm, perhaps we can use this to our advantage." Hestia said. "If we can figure out why the curse doesn't affect him, we may be able to find a way to make everyone immune to it."
"What is this curse?" I asked. "I feel totally clueless over here! All I understand is that I've been wrong all my life about being Christian."
Hestia and Treestayo looked at each other, and nodded. It was Treestayo who spoke. "When I was fifteen years old, I was very emotional. One day, I went to a shrine for Hera and asked her, angrily, why she wouldn't just make the world below it as great as Heaven. I hit the statue of her there in the foot. Suddenly she was before me, and she didn't look too happy. She said to me: 'Emotions are powerful things, mortal. But you have yet to understand that, so until you do, others will see how powerful your emotions are.' She waved her hand and dissappeared. Ever since, I haven't aged a day. Not one. Every time someone saw me crying, they went mad instantaneously, rolling on the ground, muttering nonsense, and bleeding all over. Every time I smile 20 people die. When I am angry, anyone who sees me dies within ten or fifteen seconds of seeing me. If ONLY my curse worked on Hera! I would give her a piece of my mind for sure!"
"What about other things? Can you laugh and chat and stuff, as long as you don't smile or get mad?" I asked
"Kind of hard, don't you think, to laugh and chat without smiling?" She replied. There was another flash, and this time I was quick enough to turn away. I looked up and saw a tall, thin woman. She reminded me of a supermodel, only she wore a dark cloak about her, boots, and her hair was a little messy.
"Hecate?" I asked. The goddess looked at me with annoyance and slight amusement.
"Treestayo, I have done all I can, but I fear the only way that we may lift this curse is to get Hera herself to understand that she has cursed more than one mortal with this. I am sorry. I should have realized from the beginning that we would have to rely on the forgiveness of the one who caused the curse." Hecate said, looking at Treestayo with pity filling her supermodel green eyes.
"All is lost, then, for Hera has no forgiveness in her." Treestayo said sadly.
"Although," said Hestia with sudden relization,"she may listen to reason."
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:49 pm
Did I mention its a work in progress?
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 2:29 pm
I, for one, enjoyed this fanfic very much! I'm eager to read the rest of it...will you post it? I really heart this one!
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