For all stories must have an ending, they cant all last forever.
Alice,
14 year old Alice Brown, stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the murky depths below. She brushed aside a stand of hair, that had come loose from her long pony tail. Sacrifice. Life was cruel. For some reason, she had no thoughts like, why me, or, its not fair. She had just accepted her fate, she thought about praying, but to which God? Her mother, no chance! Not after she had left the Greek ways behind. Trying her hardest to forget about them. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Beauty and Love, LOVE, not just looking good, and being loved, but loving people. like her, her 11 year old daughter, but no, she was just a lie, hiding behind a mask, a pretty face, a giggle, a tone of make up. She had been cruel, a worthless excuse for a mother. It had started with a curse. You may have thought Aphrodite's curses would have been pathetic, things like, not looking good in any outfit and being allergic to make up, yes those things were part of her curse, but the real thing was far worse. Love is an amazing thing, makes the world a better place, but when turned against you, nothing is more horrible. It is ok to be doomed in every battle, but to have love against you, it is unbearable. Yes, I was cursed by my own mother, to never be loved again. So I had run away, hoping that, if I got far enough away from her, the curse would fade. But remember this, you can never outrun a god. Despite that I kept on running, hoping she would have mercy, hoping that my own mother would have mercy on her daughter, but it seemed that she found it amusing. I could here her laughter in the wind, mocking me, daring me to stand up to her. But I couldn't bring myself to stop, and accept my past, so I just kept on running. Eventually I was taken in by a tribe of historian/warriors, who knew about the gods being real. For a while life was bearable, I was almost 14 at this point. Of course mother wouldn't like me being happy, so she turned them against me. Back to life on the run for me. Finally I came to be captured by a group of Aztecs, taken prisoner, and now I was going to be sacrificed, to their Gods. A pair of hands shoved roughly into my back, forcing me to take a step closer to my death. I took a deep breath, all thoughts cleared from my head, except one. Good bye my loyal friend, goodbye Jennifer, goodbye.
