p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"emπεταλούδα επιθυμία/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"emSummary: /ememSeven year old foster kid, Ariel, is- wait for it- not human. She is actually part god, and I'm hoping you know what that means because Ariel, does not. After a certain immortal being hears her cry for help, misused and /ememabused little Ariel finds a home./em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Even at seven years old, Ariel was observant. She could read the most stoic of people like a book, and catch a lie with a twitch. Fortunately, there was no people to observe at the moment. Nothing but the midnight wind swaying the tall Sweet bay trees in the light of the moon as she sat on the roof of her foster family's home. As it certainly wasn't Ariel's home. It was nothing like the big leather dictionary at the library said. No, the dictionary said the home is an environment offering affection and security./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"'Yes,' she thought, looking down at the many houses on Pioneer Ave (that's in Wyoming) , 'I'm much safer on the roof.'/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"You see, Ariel lived with the stereotypical foster family, that used the money meant for emher/em, on other things. She was long past telling him this every time Deon (foster dad?) said she had to earn her keep. He's the worst man she's ever had the displeasure to meet. Anyway, thanks to him, Ariel is practically a free punching At seven years old/em. It's ill fated that three years ago, (for those who are mathematically challenged or lazy, she was four) when Ariel was living with her adoptive family, her two wonderful mothers and older brother were killed in a large car accident. It was more or less wonderful that Ariel manage to escape the fateful event by being watched by a babysitter, safe at home. Sometime's at night, when she was more bruised than not, Ariel would wish she was in the car with her family./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"This current night, Ariel was on the roof for the usual reason of escaping Deon, as he would never dare attack her outside. Most of the time he would chain her to the bed but he fainted, drunk, before any real damage could be done. Now, she just sat in her safe spot waiting for the sun to rise./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"After the break of day, Ariel jumps of the roof and expertly lands on the ground. She has had much time to practice after all./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"The park is a wonderful place to be in the morning. The local park on Pioneer ave, had a set of swings, monkey bars, a slide, you know the usual park like stuff. This park was the very place Ariel went after her night on the roof. Swinging on the swings signing a little song./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emFilomí̱la, me melo̱día! Tragoudí̱ste sto glykó nanoúrisma mas! Nano, nano, nanoúrisma! Nano, nano, nanoúrisma!" /emshe sang softly./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Ariel found the lyrics in an old Shakespeare book in the library. Well, actually, she found the English lyrics. For some strange reason it felt easier to say them like that. As everyone knows, time flies quickly when you're having fun, of course, Ariel never had much time in the first place. She had to be home before Deon woke up from his drunken state to find her missing. Rushing emhome /emas quickly as possible, she hears a thundering voice calling her name through the house. Gazing quickly at the garden thatem she /emhad perfectly maintained, she spotted a monarch butterfly, and she remembers a quote that Mommy Alice used to say./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emWhisper a wish to a butterfly and it will fly it up to Heaven and make it come true."/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Now Ariel wasn't particularly religious, but if she was living a hell, there had to be a heaven somewhere, right? Figuring it wouldn't hurt, she whispers two words to the pretty orange butterfly before rushing inside to meet her doom./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emHelp me."/em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"strongAN: Okay, I know, again, short. But I do have a question for those who read this. Should Ariel be a daughter of Hestia (sorta like Athena's brain children), or should she be a daughter of Calypso and Leo? Leave your responses in the reviews. Guest review's emdo /emcount. Keep in mind I can't update the story until I have a solid answer so... yeah. Idea by Adrianna. /strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"emSummary: /ememSeven year old foster kid, Ariel, is- wait for it- not human. She is actually part god, and I'm hoping you know what that means because Ariel, does not. After a certain immortal being hears her cry for help, misused and /ememabused little Ariel finds a home./em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Even at seven years old, Ariel was observant. She could read the most stoic of people like a book, and catch a lie with a twitch. Fortunately, there was no people to observe at the moment. Nothing but the midnight wind swaying the tall Sweet bay trees in the light of the moon as she sat on the roof of her foster family's home. As it certainly wasn't Ariel's home. It was nothing like the big leather dictionary at the library said. No, the dictionary said the home is an environment offering affection and security./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"'Yes,' she thought, looking down at the many houses on Pioneer Ave (that's in Wyoming) , 'I'm much safer on the roof.'/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"You see, Ariel lived with the stereotypical foster family, that used the money meant for emher/em, on other things. She was long past telling him this every time Deon (foster dad?) said she had to earn her keep. He's the worst man she's ever had the displeasure to meet. Anyway, thanks to him, Ariel is practically a free punching At seven years old/em. It's ill fated that three years ago, (for those who are mathematically challenged or lazy, she was four) when Ariel was living with her adoptive family, her two wonderful mothers and older brother were killed in a large car accident. It was more or less wonderful that Ariel manage to escape the fateful event by being watched by a babysitter, safe at home. Sometime's at night, when she was more bruised than not, Ariel would wish she was in the car with her family./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"This current night, Ariel was on the roof for the usual reason of escaping Deon, as he would never dare attack her outside. Most of the time he would chain her to the bed but he fainted, drunk, before any real damage could be done. Now, she just sat in her safe spot waiting for the sun to rise./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"After the break of day, Ariel jumps of the roof and expertly lands on the ground. She has had much time to practice after all./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"The park is a wonderful place to be in the morning. The local park on Pioneer ave, had a set of swings, monkey bars, a slide, you know the usual park like stuff. This park was the very place Ariel went after her night on the roof. Swinging on the swings signing a little song./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emFilomí̱la, me melo̱día! Tragoudí̱ste sto glykó nanoúrisma mas! Nano, nano, nanoúrisma! Nano, nano, nanoúrisma!" /emshe sang softly./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Ariel found the lyrics in an old Shakespeare book in the library. Well, actually, she found the English lyrics. For some strange reason it felt easier to say them like that. As everyone knows, time flies quickly when you're having fun, of course, Ariel never had much time in the first place. She had to be home before Deon woke up from his drunken state to find her missing. Rushing emhome /emas quickly as possible, she hears a thundering voice calling her name through the house. Gazing quickly at the garden thatem she /emhad perfectly maintained, she spotted a monarch butterfly, and she remembers a quote that Mommy Alice used to say./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emWhisper a wish to a butterfly and it will fly it up to Heaven and make it come true."/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"Now Ariel wasn't particularly religious, but if she was living a hell, there had to be a heaven somewhere, right? Figuring it wouldn't hurt, she whispers two words to the pretty orange butterfly before rushing inside to meet her doom./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;""emHelp me."/em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14.08px;"strongAN: Okay, I know, again, short. But I do have a question for those who read this. Should Ariel be a daughter of Hestia (sorta like Athena's brain children), or should she be a daughter of Calypso and Leo? Leave your responses in the reviews. Guest review's emdo /emcount. Keep in mind I can't update the story until I have a solid answer so... yeah. Idea by Adrianna. /strong/p