The War of Peace
I sighed as I glanced over at Ares, who was smiling with glee. I am
Melody, the goddess of music and harmony. I grew more depressed as I again
thought of the upcoming war between two rival cities in Greece. Ares began
polishing his favorite weapon, singing in a gruff voice, "Athena lost, there is a
war. With blood and guts and all the gore," he ended, looking at me squarely in
the eyes, as if to yell ha-ha in my face. I had had enough of his bragging attitude,
as I stood up and grabbed my precocious harp, my power object, and walked away.
I laid in bed, listening to the haunting sounds of people praying to me for peace. I
closed my eyes to shut it away, but instead was greeted by the images of elders
and children crying. They cried out my name and wore a pendent of my symbol,
a musical note, hoping for me to hear their cries. I shot my eyes open, panting
with fear. I couldn't take it anymore! I had to stop this war.
The next few days, I spent all my spare time observing the war. I researched in
their daily scrolls to find the problem or the cause of this war. After many days of
studying, I found that the war was started by a bet between Ares and Athena.
They had made a bet that if Ares could outwit her a single game, she would let
him start a war of nothingness. Ares won the bet and had been planning the war
ever since. I couldn't believe two gods would ever make a bet like this! But, deep
down I knew that the gods were known to do things like that. Jealously, and
wanton were two great aspects that the gods would always have.
After discovering the truth of the whole incident, I pondered about my garden, my
eyes fidgeting nervously. How could I stop this war? I knew deep down what I
had to do, but something was holding me back. I kept consoling myself, saying
that stopping this war was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, there was a little
part, in the back of my mind, holding me back. As soon as I would convince
myself about stopping the war, suddenly my thoughts would turn to the bet, and
how I shouldn't mess it up. It was like an elastic band, shooting back as soon as
it reached its final destination. I hated this feeling, especially when I knew that it
was very unlike me to think of the gods first. A thought sprang through me as
soon as I realized that I would have never thought this... voluntarily. I turned
around, looking about suspiciously. I walked slowly, stopping to search once
more. Finally the source of this confusion was spotted under an apple tree. The
dreaded black rose vine clung to the brick wall stubbornly. Black roses were
invented by my mother, Metis as a child. They were dreaded things. They would
carry a god's request and grant it by toying with minds. I walked over and strung
one note on my harp which made the roses stretch back through a crack. I
instantly became alert and aware of what now was to come. What was to come
was a mending in the battlefield.
On a cold, misty morning, I made my way to the Oak Field, where the battle was
to be fought. As I reached the extensive field, trudging along with my harp, dawn
had arisen. Both troops were hiding in bushes on either side. I setup my harp as I
kept glancing up to check their positions. When I was done, I sat and waited
while the fighters prepared themselves for battle. I started to fidget with my
fingers but was startled by the sudden crack of a branch followed by the yells of
men. I quickly sat up and started to play my harp. My fingers gracefully weaved
their way around the harp, letting the most beautiful music release itself. The
men stopped in their tracks and drowned in both their thoughts and the music.
They thought of what this war was about and how the raging god of war had toyed with their minds into starting the war. Their faces changed from ones full of
fury to a peaceful face that showed both passion and understanding. They
started to walk in a slow, thoughtful way and as they reached their opponents,
they would shake hands, grinning. I smiled with success and made my way back
up the hill.
My brown curly hair and flowing rainbow robe fit my happy face for the next few
days. I was always happy and collected much sleep without nightmares. The
prayers I heard were prayers of thanks and gratitude. Whenever I wished to see
the families affected by the war, I saw cheerful people, their faces no longer long
with sorrow. As I noticed this, my smile widened and my spirits brightened. So
one day, when I found Ares cursing under an oak tree, I leaned down and
whispered, "Harmony won, there is no war. With love and peace we can go far,"
The End
I sighed as I glanced over at Ares, who was smiling with glee. I am
Melody, the goddess of music and harmony. I grew more depressed as I again
thought of the upcoming war between two rival cities in Greece. Ares began
polishing his favorite weapon, singing in a gruff voice, "Athena lost, there is a
war. With blood and guts and all the gore," he ended, looking at me squarely in
the eyes, as if to yell ha-ha in my face. I had had enough of his bragging attitude,
as I stood up and grabbed my precocious harp, my power object, and walked away.
I laid in bed, listening to the haunting sounds of people praying to me for peace. I
closed my eyes to shut it away, but instead was greeted by the images of elders
and children crying. They cried out my name and wore a pendent of my symbol,
a musical note, hoping for me to hear their cries. I shot my eyes open, panting
with fear. I couldn't take it anymore! I had to stop this war.
The next few days, I spent all my spare time observing the war. I researched in
their daily scrolls to find the problem or the cause of this war. After many days of
studying, I found that the war was started by a bet between Ares and Athena.
They had made a bet that if Ares could outwit her a single game, she would let
him start a war of nothingness. Ares won the bet and had been planning the war
ever since. I couldn't believe two gods would ever make a bet like this! But, deep
down I knew that the gods were known to do things like that. Jealously, and
wanton were two great aspects that the gods would always have.
After discovering the truth of the whole incident, I pondered about my garden, my
eyes fidgeting nervously. How could I stop this war? I knew deep down what I
had to do, but something was holding me back. I kept consoling myself, saying
that stopping this war was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, there was a little
part, in the back of my mind, holding me back. As soon as I would convince
myself about stopping the war, suddenly my thoughts would turn to the bet, and
how I shouldn't mess it up. It was like an elastic band, shooting back as soon as
it reached its final destination. I hated this feeling, especially when I knew that it
was very unlike me to think of the gods first. A thought sprang through me as
soon as I realized that I would have never thought this... voluntarily. I turned
around, looking about suspiciously. I walked slowly, stopping to search once
more. Finally the source of this confusion was spotted under an apple tree. The
dreaded black rose vine clung to the brick wall stubbornly. Black roses were
invented by my mother, Metis as a child. They were dreaded things. They would
carry a god's request and grant it by toying with minds. I walked over and strung
one note on my harp which made the roses stretch back through a crack. I
instantly became alert and aware of what now was to come. What was to come
was a mending in the battlefield.
On a cold, misty morning, I made my way to the Oak Field, where the battle was
to be fought. As I reached the extensive field, trudging along with my harp, dawn
had arisen. Both troops were hiding in bushes on either side. I setup my harp as I
kept glancing up to check their positions. When I was done, I sat and waited
while the fighters prepared themselves for battle. I started to fidget with my
fingers but was startled by the sudden crack of a branch followed by the yells of
men. I quickly sat up and started to play my harp. My fingers gracefully weaved
their way around the harp, letting the most beautiful music release itself. The
men stopped in their tracks and drowned in both their thoughts and the music.
They thought of what this war was about and how the raging god of war had toyed with their minds into starting the war. Their faces changed from ones full of
fury to a peaceful face that showed both passion and understanding. They
started to walk in a slow, thoughtful way and as they reached their opponents,
they would shake hands, grinning. I smiled with success and made my way back
up the hill.
My brown curly hair and flowing rainbow robe fit my happy face for the next few
days. I was always happy and collected much sleep without nightmares. The
prayers I heard were prayers of thanks and gratitude. Whenever I wished to see
the families affected by the war, I saw cheerful people, their faces no longer long
with sorrow. As I noticed this, my smile widened and my spirits brightened. So
one day, when I found Ares cursing under an oak tree, I leaned down and
whispered, "Harmony won, there is no war. With love and peace we can go far,"
The End