um yea, I decided to update this, just because I know I'm, probably only one more chapter left, unless my imagination runs away with me, which is completely, possible, as I am sure you all know…the rest will probably be pretty short though, sorry if I let anyone down.
I glanced over the cliff and saw the men camped around their fire, and the pig running wild in front of them. Swiftly I made my way towards the grand staircase I had built and with a flash it was destroyed, leaving nothing but a destroyed cliff. Satisfied I would be bothered no longer, I returned to my palace and went about my days as usual.
Two evenings later, a man arrived on my doorstep. How, I am not sure, but I think he climbed the cliffs to reach my palace. He was handsome man, with wind swept hair and dark, tanned skin that rippled with muscle. I invited him in, but I refused to et myself be seduced by any man.
He introduced himself as Odysseus, and asked that I give him and his men some shelter until they were able to repair there boat. Despite myself, I agreed and son my palace was once again filled with men of all shapes and sizes, all of them muscled and tan from years out at sea.
Odysseus told me his story, and I began to sympathize with him. I encouraged my maids to entertain his crew, while I entertained him. He was an amazing lover, and I felt myself fall deep with in his clutches, a feeling I had never felt before. I was falling in love.
I helped his men find new wood, and watched from the cliff as the men repaired their ship. Odysseus refused to sit by and watch his men do the work, and took as much care and put as much work into repairing the ship as his men did. I sighed with happiness watching him work. His muscles rippling beneath his skin, the way his hair would blow in the breeze, and when he returned to me, the beautiful nights we spent together.
All too soon the ship was repaired and Odysseus was ready to set sail. I begged him to stay. He didn't need to return home. He had been gone for so long, surely no one remembered him. His wife would have moved on, his son would be grown and not recognize his dad. Still Odysseus resisted my efforts to keep him here with me.
So five months after Odysseus sailed into my life, I watched him sail out of it.