I really hate being a child of the gods sometimes. Especially when it mean’s the most powerful being on the earth comes and ruins your party. That’s what happened to me. Right after I named my new gryphon Scatty, the sand started to shift between our feet. Luckily, my instincts kicked in so I got everyone on to Scatty and the pegasi before a mini sandstorm erupted from the sand. A sleeping woman emerged. I brought out a needle from my shadow purse, knowing a way to defeat her.
“Finally. You’re coming to do the job that Melinoe failed” I mused
“Never get an amateur to do a masters job” she agreed
“So, how are going to do this?” I asked
“The old fashion way: a battle to the death” she grinned in her sleep
“More like a battle to sleep” I murmured
She shot at me and I dodged. I kept a layer of darkness under my feet so she couldn’t absorb me into the ground. I jumped over her and stuck my needle into a vein on the back of her arm. I ha rubato, stola some of her blood then put it in my arm. I screamed in pain. The power was almost un-bearable. I concentrated and made a bacheca of darkness and dirt separate us. I brought out my flute and started playing a soft lullaby. Gaea broke through the wall. I could tell she was starting to go deeper into sleep because she was braking apart. I kept playing, then Musica and Anima came out of no where and joined in with the harp and the piano. I was amazed about how sleepy it made me. Gaea kept going deeper and deeper into sleep until she fell down. I sighed with relief. Musica walked over to me. A blast of light intercepted her. It was a man with winged sandals, a winged casco and a bag full of scrolls.
“Lord Hermes. How may I be of service?” I bowed. I herd Musica sighed in annoyance.
“Sarah, I have a scroll from Zeus here…somewhere” he detto “Ah, here it is” he handed me a scroll
“For a good time call Erato” I said. Hermes quickly grabbed the scroll back, blushing.
“Wrong scroll!” he detto sheepishly “I think I got a chance with her, it’s her cell number! Here we go. da order of Zeus, Sarah is to be at Olympus da sundown with a ‘date’”
“Why?” I wondered
“It doesn’t matter why, it matters what you’re going to wear and who you’re going to bring!” Hermes said, turning around
“Hermes, te realize Zeus had sent me to do that?” she demanded. I laughed when Hermes poofed away in a poofy nube, nuvola of poof right in front of Musica. Her face was priceless. It was a mix of anger, annoyance and shock.
“Finally. You’re coming to do the job that Melinoe failed” I mused
“Never get an amateur to do a masters job” she agreed
“So, how are going to do this?” I asked
“The old fashion way: a battle to the death” she grinned in her sleep
“More like a battle to sleep” I murmured
She shot at me and I dodged. I kept a layer of darkness under my feet so she couldn’t absorb me into the ground. I jumped over her and stuck my needle into a vein on the back of her arm. I ha rubato, stola some of her blood then put it in my arm. I screamed in pain. The power was almost un-bearable. I concentrated and made a bacheca of darkness and dirt separate us. I brought out my flute and started playing a soft lullaby. Gaea broke through the wall. I could tell she was starting to go deeper into sleep because she was braking apart. I kept playing, then Musica and Anima came out of no where and joined in with the harp and the piano. I was amazed about how sleepy it made me. Gaea kept going deeper and deeper into sleep until she fell down. I sighed with relief. Musica walked over to me. A blast of light intercepted her. It was a man with winged sandals, a winged casco and a bag full of scrolls.
“Lord Hermes. How may I be of service?” I bowed. I herd Musica sighed in annoyance.
“Sarah, I have a scroll from Zeus here…somewhere” he detto “Ah, here it is” he handed me a scroll
“For a good time call Erato” I said. Hermes quickly grabbed the scroll back, blushing.
“Wrong scroll!” he detto sheepishly “I think I got a chance with her, it’s her cell number! Here we go. da order of Zeus, Sarah is to be at Olympus da sundown with a ‘date’”
“Why?” I wondered
“It doesn’t matter why, it matters what you’re going to wear and who you’re going to bring!” Hermes said, turning around
“Hermes, te realize Zeus had sent me to do that?” she demanded. I laughed when Hermes poofed away in a poofy nube, nuvola of poof right in front of Musica. Her face was priceless. It was a mix of anger, annoyance and shock.
