Disclaimer: The name Latea is taken from the name Galatea (the statue made
come to life by Aphrodite/Venus), and I don't own Minerva (Athena in Roman
culture). The creature is inspired by the beast the Nazgul ride in Lord of
the Rings (movie). The plot of this story and the rest of the characters
is completely mine, except for when my friends help me with it.
A/N: This story is supposed to be a Greek Mythology story, but since I'm not a scholar on Greek Mythology, I don't know all the myths. I'm sorry if my story contradicts with any Greek Myths, any occurrences of the like are completely accidental. Also, I don't know much about ancient Greek life, so I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes on that topic. I know this first chapter doesn't seem to be of Greek Mythology, but it will get closer to stories of heroism in ancient Greece.
Dedication: For Glorfindel, Tom Bombadil, and Radagast the Brown
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Chapter 1: Vision
*Please, please don't let that dream return*, thought Latea, though she knew the plea was useless. Latea had dreamt that awful nightmare ever since she could remember. She didn't know what the dream meant, such an awful vision could not possibly have anything to do with the great life she led with her parents, Admion and Enora. Though her family was poor, Latea could not imagine that anything as horrible as in her vision could ever happen in her life.
As Latea approached sleep, she felt that familiar dread she always felt before it came. *No, no! Not tonight! Leave me be just one night, awful dream!* Despite her desperate request, she knew the dream would come.
Sudden darkness washed away all thoughts of happiness. A great lake appeared, the sickle moon reflecting in the center. A man, handsome in appearance, yet horrible in personality, stood beside the lake. The man gave Latea an evil grin, and beckoned to her to come closer. Latea felt herself walking to the man, helpless to stay still, forced to move. A dark shadow, darker than the starless night, shut off all light from the moon, save a single ray allowing Latea to see. A creature, black winged and black hearted, flew in the sky near the man, circling closer and closer still to Latea, until it was a mere four feet from her head. Latea saw two figures, cloaked in shadow, directly below the creature. Forced to watch, Latea opened her mouth in silent scream as the man pointed to the figures, then as the creature dove straight down and bit off the figures heads. In an act of true villainy, the creature spat the now blood covered heads at Latea.
Latea awoke to the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the thatched roof. *What does it mean? Why must I be haunted with this vision? Will I have no refuge from the horror?* Latea thought to herself as she began doing her morning's chores.
She began cooking breakfast as the sun rose, showering her with light coming through the window of the cottage. Latea loved the sun. With the sun came day, her haven from her awful dream. Latea loved to run outside, breathing in air and sunlight. However, being an only child, Latea's parents were very protective, keeping her close whenever they could. Latea had a happy life, but only when the sun was up. When night came, Latea always was overcome by fear, fear of the dream.
A/N: This story is supposed to be a Greek Mythology story, but since I'm not a scholar on Greek Mythology, I don't know all the myths. I'm sorry if my story contradicts with any Greek Myths, any occurrences of the like are completely accidental. Also, I don't know much about ancient Greek life, so I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes on that topic. I know this first chapter doesn't seem to be of Greek Mythology, but it will get closer to stories of heroism in ancient Greece.
Dedication: For Glorfindel, Tom Bombadil, and Radagast the Brown
~~~
Chapter 1: Vision
*Please, please don't let that dream return*, thought Latea, though she knew the plea was useless. Latea had dreamt that awful nightmare ever since she could remember. She didn't know what the dream meant, such an awful vision could not possibly have anything to do with the great life she led with her parents, Admion and Enora. Though her family was poor, Latea could not imagine that anything as horrible as in her vision could ever happen in her life.
As Latea approached sleep, she felt that familiar dread she always felt before it came. *No, no! Not tonight! Leave me be just one night, awful dream!* Despite her desperate request, she knew the dream would come.
Sudden darkness washed away all thoughts of happiness. A great lake appeared, the sickle moon reflecting in the center. A man, handsome in appearance, yet horrible in personality, stood beside the lake. The man gave Latea an evil grin, and beckoned to her to come closer. Latea felt herself walking to the man, helpless to stay still, forced to move. A dark shadow, darker than the starless night, shut off all light from the moon, save a single ray allowing Latea to see. A creature, black winged and black hearted, flew in the sky near the man, circling closer and closer still to Latea, until it was a mere four feet from her head. Latea saw two figures, cloaked in shadow, directly below the creature. Forced to watch, Latea opened her mouth in silent scream as the man pointed to the figures, then as the creature dove straight down and bit off the figures heads. In an act of true villainy, the creature spat the now blood covered heads at Latea.
Latea awoke to the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the thatched roof. *What does it mean? Why must I be haunted with this vision? Will I have no refuge from the horror?* Latea thought to herself as she began doing her morning's chores.
She began cooking breakfast as the sun rose, showering her with light coming through the window of the cottage. Latea loved the sun. With the sun came day, her haven from her awful dream. Latea loved to run outside, breathing in air and sunlight. However, being an only child, Latea's parents were very protective, keeping her close whenever they could. Latea had a happy life, but only when the sun was up. When night came, Latea always was overcome by fear, fear of the dream.