Thanks for sticking with me and reading on, I hope my hook worked! This hook's been festering for a while and I thought to fish it out and set it up. Now you might seem interested so could you please hang onto the hook before you wriggle off because the bait just wasn't that good enough.
By the way, you might want Google translate- Greek to English on hand if you aren't fluent.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters mentioned in the books. However, I do own this.
A young child sat on the lowest branch of an oak tree. The heat of spring shimmered through the luscious green leaves that hid her from the sun. Her red hair shimmered when the rays that wove through the leaves bounced off each single strand. Each ray of light that hit her face, lit up her pale complexion.
Not too far in the distance was a small farm house. A middle aged woman shouted out across the field of recently sewn grasses.
'Elina! Dinner's ready!'
The young girl; Elina bound off towards the farm house, loudly singing
'παιδί ύπνου
να είναι ήσυχο παιδί
κοιμηθεί καλά και μαλακά
φόβος όχι τέρατα όλων '
Each night while Elina slept, someone had been singing it to her. Though she did not know what it meant, she loved it but was scorned for singing it outside.
When Elina had skipped down the front path, still singing it, the woman shooed her into the house and after glancing over the field shut the door quickly. The woman leaned against the door and crouched down, levelling her eyes to Elina's.
'What did I say about singing that song out doors?' She asked, quite simply.
'Sorry Nana' Elina mumbled. Elina's grandmother smiled and gently stroked her hair.
'Go on then' She chuckled. And Elina ran into the house and shouted in a sing-song voice for her mother.
The middle aged woman pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from her pocket. It was not the original but a copy of a note written a long time ago. Her forehead creased in concern before she gently slid it back into her shirt pocket. The markings on the front had spelled out something, barely recognisable but the woman knew what it read:
'θησαυρός '