Circe's Island: A Short Story

During my journey to the city i have encountered and convinced some natives to join me in my conquest.

The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.

A disease is something that carries a negative connotation, when one looks it up the first thing that comes up is the word disorder, however, with time that negative allusion can turn into one that is not necessarily positive, but content and accepting. In the essays “On Being a Cripple” by Nancy Mairs, and “Living Under Circe’s Spell” by Matthew Soyster, they both tell their story of living with the disease multiple sclerosis. Although these essays are similar in that, they strongly differ by the opinions they present about the disease. “Living Under Circe’s Spell” expresses Soyster’s hard feelings about having MS, and how it ruined his life. On the other hand, “On Being a Cripple” tells how Mairs has come to terms with the disease and even

“Ssshhhh we need to stay as quiet as possible”, Jake said whispering under his breath then they continued there the cold icy air until they met the mouth of a pitch dark forest full of dead trees.

“WELL I DARE YOU TO ATTACK THE TOWN OF HEOROT.” He bellowed out. The whole room went silent. Then the only sound was claws

“Aster shouldn’t ye run on ahead? Get yerself prepared ta slay the beastie?” Mulch queried.

“Is the seed of Maivifolia’s self-doubt so deeply rooted in your heart and mind? Pray to Apollo for his aid, and with Athena’s sway, the sun god shall strike your arrow to the heart of the feather. It is one of memory, her key to unlocking the recesses of you, Odysseus. It shall end all of your misfortune on her island.” he answered.

“It 's a tunnel that you’re going to have to walk through, and when you do, you 're going to find out just what it’s like to be one of us, a creature of the forest. You 're going to understand just how hard it is to be a defenseless creature.” the toad judge said.

“Oh, my child. I would never hurt innocent children.” She thought for a moment. “In two weeks time, I want you to take all of the children to the Sacred Tree in the middle of the forest. When you get there, the Great Dragon will let you in and protect you, but you have to be in there by midnight if you want to be safe. Do you understand?” Aldegonde nodded, then ran off.

"I just gave up my knife. Pretty sure I just surrendered. I know you're just gonna capture me... You might as well now." I said, with a sigh, giving up already.

“If you would please kindly put down your swords, it would be greatly appreciated,” I said. The swords clunked down with a Clink!. “Now, if you would follow me, I would like to take you to your places.”

“Two days after we had set sail from the island of the cyclopes, a terrible storm blew my ships off course. The heavy gales swung us back and forth like a pendulum, and the waves nearly tore the ships in two. Like this we suffered for four days before we finally saw a sliver of land. We had arrived at Fídi, wooded island of the snakes. The island was immediately noticed due to the sturdy poplar and fir trees that lined its shore.

“Who are you?” the Student questioned again, he placed his hand firmly on his sword’s grip

Abruptly, we stop when an army of footsteps as mighty as thunder overpowers our passage to freedom. Soldiers. Paralysing fear spreads through my body like poison, and closing my eyes tight, I squeeze grandma’s hands. It’s over. Three months of preparation and our escape plan

“I will never fight you. I will defend myself if necessary, but I will not duel you.”