Disclaimer: I did not create any of these gods or goddesses, and the tale
of Persephone's kidnap is not mine. Evelyn is the only character that I
can take credit for, but I didn't make up the person she represents.
/b There is some suggestive content later on, but that in itself isn't all that bad, and it won't ever get, um... physical. Nothing above PG-13. But if you strongly think that it should be, let me know in a review.
Author's Note: I'm not going to be that great on updating, because of school and all, but I'm expecting to get something new out probably every two weeks or less. This first chapter is more than likely going to be under construction for a while, since I did so badly to begin with. In fact, I still think it needs some buffing. Please review and tell me how to fix it! Pretty please?
Evelyn was always a bit odd. When she was eight years old, the girl had been found wandering around New York. She did not know who or where she was, not even her own name much less the names of her parents. Police had found her, and brought her to a foster home to live. But she it had been tougher than anticipated, and she had lived in a total of four homes before going off to collage through scholarships. It had always bothered her that she could not remember anything before being lost.
In elementary school she was a bit bossy. Her teacher was at a loss at what to do with her attitude towards the other students. She was very kind to them, but still ordered them around without quite realizing what she was doing. As she grew older, the habit left her. She seemed to mingle in with the other children quite well. She always managed to look very beautiful, though, with her long brown hair and brilliant green eyes.
History always interested her, especially the religions of ancient cultures. The stories of Greek mythology always seemed to hold a strange sort of comfort for her, and though she never told anyone she felt that she already knew them. When she was twenty and in collage she majored in history, and soon a great opportunity arose for her.
The teacher seemed to have a love for the Greeks also, and for years had been trying go get the students interested in raising money for a trip to Greece. When Evelyn heard about the program, she became very excited and proceeded to get her classmates to raise the money. After what seemed like hundreds of bake sales and car washes, they finally had enough. In the summer they took a plane for a month long trip in Greece.
At the moment the class was exploring the ruins of a Greek fortress, destroyed in a battle long ago. The cracked stones were warm from the suns light. Dirt covered the floor, filling the cracks where small flowers had grown. Birds called out from surrounding trees, and the ocean could be heard as its waves crashed upon the shore.
As their teacher lectured them on the importance of the battle and the key factor that led this place to it's downfall, Evie joined the others as they poked into various nooks and crannies along the rock wall. Most held nothing but the dust and dirt of years long gone, and it was soon time to continue the tour.
As they walked away from the stones, something shiny caught the girl's eye. She walked over to a crack between two gigantic boulders and stuck her fingers in the crevice. When she pulled out her hand, it held an old and dirty silver brooch. Jewels were still in contact on the front. It seemed to be in the shape of a small flower, with a leaf on the side. The back was missing its pin, so that it would not be able to hold up the robes that it once did.
Looking around quickly, Evie saw that the class was no longer around. She could hear the teacher's nagging about how the find should be donated to some sort of museum or other. "It could be a major contribution to the knowledge of the Greeks," he would say.
"I wouldn't hurt anything if I cleaned it up a bit first, anyways," Evie said aloud. Something about this seemingly worthless trinket made her feel very strange, as if she were about to wake up from a dream. She shook her head to clear the feeling, and put the brooch in her pocket.
The class was quite far ahead of her, and she had to jog to catch up with them. The rest of the day was the same as before, more lectures and rocks and burning sun. Back at the hotel that night, there were quite a lot of sunburns among the students, but all agreed that the teacher got the worst of it. The top of his hairless head was red and starting to peel, so that it looked as if he were fuming anytime something was said to him. After a meal downstairs, the students prepared for bed.
Evie tossed and turned in her sheets, unable to get to sleep quickly. For some reason she felt strangely excited. But soon, the weariness of walking around all day caught up with her, and she slept. Her dreams were full of strange voices and whirling colors.
/b There is some suggestive content later on, but that in itself isn't all that bad, and it won't ever get, um... physical. Nothing above PG-13. But if you strongly think that it should be, let me know in a review.
Author's Note: I'm not going to be that great on updating, because of school and all, but I'm expecting to get something new out probably every two weeks or less. This first chapter is more than likely going to be under construction for a while, since I did so badly to begin with. In fact, I still think it needs some buffing. Please review and tell me how to fix it! Pretty please?
Evelyn was always a bit odd. When she was eight years old, the girl had been found wandering around New York. She did not know who or where she was, not even her own name much less the names of her parents. Police had found her, and brought her to a foster home to live. But she it had been tougher than anticipated, and she had lived in a total of four homes before going off to collage through scholarships. It had always bothered her that she could not remember anything before being lost.
In elementary school she was a bit bossy. Her teacher was at a loss at what to do with her attitude towards the other students. She was very kind to them, but still ordered them around without quite realizing what she was doing. As she grew older, the habit left her. She seemed to mingle in with the other children quite well. She always managed to look very beautiful, though, with her long brown hair and brilliant green eyes.
History always interested her, especially the religions of ancient cultures. The stories of Greek mythology always seemed to hold a strange sort of comfort for her, and though she never told anyone she felt that she already knew them. When she was twenty and in collage she majored in history, and soon a great opportunity arose for her.
The teacher seemed to have a love for the Greeks also, and for years had been trying go get the students interested in raising money for a trip to Greece. When Evelyn heard about the program, she became very excited and proceeded to get her classmates to raise the money. After what seemed like hundreds of bake sales and car washes, they finally had enough. In the summer they took a plane for a month long trip in Greece.
At the moment the class was exploring the ruins of a Greek fortress, destroyed in a battle long ago. The cracked stones were warm from the suns light. Dirt covered the floor, filling the cracks where small flowers had grown. Birds called out from surrounding trees, and the ocean could be heard as its waves crashed upon the shore.
As their teacher lectured them on the importance of the battle and the key factor that led this place to it's downfall, Evie joined the others as they poked into various nooks and crannies along the rock wall. Most held nothing but the dust and dirt of years long gone, and it was soon time to continue the tour.
As they walked away from the stones, something shiny caught the girl's eye. She walked over to a crack between two gigantic boulders and stuck her fingers in the crevice. When she pulled out her hand, it held an old and dirty silver brooch. Jewels were still in contact on the front. It seemed to be in the shape of a small flower, with a leaf on the side. The back was missing its pin, so that it would not be able to hold up the robes that it once did.
Looking around quickly, Evie saw that the class was no longer around. She could hear the teacher's nagging about how the find should be donated to some sort of museum or other. "It could be a major contribution to the knowledge of the Greeks," he would say.
"I wouldn't hurt anything if I cleaned it up a bit first, anyways," Evie said aloud. Something about this seemingly worthless trinket made her feel very strange, as if she were about to wake up from a dream. She shook her head to clear the feeling, and put the brooch in her pocket.
The class was quite far ahead of her, and she had to jog to catch up with them. The rest of the day was the same as before, more lectures and rocks and burning sun. Back at the hotel that night, there were quite a lot of sunburns among the students, but all agreed that the teacher got the worst of it. The top of his hairless head was red and starting to peel, so that it looked as if he were fuming anytime something was said to him. After a meal downstairs, the students prepared for bed.
Evie tossed and turned in her sheets, unable to get to sleep quickly. For some reason she felt strangely excited. But soon, the weariness of walking around all day caught up with her, and she slept. Her dreams were full of strange voices and whirling colors.