Just so you aren't confused by the reference to gods in this chapter, I'm going to explain: as I said, this is an assignment for Latin, in which we are studying mythology. We had to write our own version of the myth "Jason and the Argonauts." However, there were guide lines. You had to be of noble birth but you were kidnapped or something and raised by a teacher of your choice. (Mrs. Church was my 5th grade teacher) then you go to reclaim your throne, but you must go on a quest, also of your choice, before you can claim it. One of the biggest requirements though, is that you have to make the story take place in a world like ours, but where people still worship Greek/Roman Gods.
Whew!! ON TO THE STORY!!!!
CHAPTER 2
As she made her way through the deserted house she found that she was for some reason … emotionless. As if it was all a dream. "Yes, that's it." she thought trying to comfort herself. "This is all just a night mare and when I wake up Mrs. Church will be there to…" She saw the body. "…comfort…me." This was no nightmare. Not even her subconscious could create an image as grotesque as the one that lay in front of her. "No!" she meant to scream but her voice refused to rise above a whisper. "Mrs. Church, don't leave me like this! I need you! Mrs. Church? Answer me please!" There was no response from the lifeless body. Pirate was in tears now leaning over the body and letting the tears flow freely. Sobbing hysterically not only for Mrs. Church, she cried for every time she should have cried but couldn't. She cried because her parents left her, she cried because she couldn't live a normal life, she cried because all the foster families turned her away, she cried because no one ever tried to be her friend. She cried because when she met Mrs. Church none of those things mattered and now Mrs. Church was gone. Pirate was on her own once again.
Pirate knelt over Mrs. Church's body and said a prayer to Hades, asking him to watch over her dear Mrs. Church. As if in response she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around as fast as she could but whoever touched her had disappeared. She smiled coldly. Was she really in such bad shape that she had gotten pity from the heartless god of the under world? She sighed and began dragging Mrs. Church's body out into the backyard. She laid the body in front of the altar that she and Mrs. Church had constructed themselves. It wasn't much, just a stone slab in a rectangular shape. What made it so special was that on it, every one of the Gods had been painted in excruciating detail. It took Pirate a month to finish it. The Gods themselves were so awed by the painting's beauty that they forgot to argue over who was painted first. She said a prayer to each of them looking at the pictures as she did so. She thanked them for blessing her with even knowing Mrs. Church and once again asked them to take good care of her. Then, she began digging a hole with her bare hands. All the gods stopped to watch, amazed by the girl's perseverance as the hours ticked by. She was definitely scoring major brownie points with all of them. After five hours she was finally done. She laid the body inside the hole and covered it up which took another two hours. The Gods still watched, transfixed. She once again said prayers and then left.
Artemis looked with pity upon the girl's bloodstained, tearstained, and mud stained face. She knew she had to help this girl. She was, after all, the protector of young children. Artemis consulted her father Zeus on the matter. He gave his consent saying that she should indeed help the girl, but she must wait for the right time.
