*Cheyenne's POV*
After being turned into an owl, I flew out the window in search of...I didn't even know what I was in search of. I could tell it was going to end the same way those other Greek Mythology stories did - in the future world, there would be an owl species named something fancy after me. What would the name be? Most likely something like Cheylesia or Shy-Eyed or something stupid like that.
I flapped my wings harder with angrier strides. Idiot Zeus! He's always punishing someone for no reason; what did I do to him? I didn't have any control over being an extra goddess! It's not like I wanted to be a goddess or anything.
My face was itchy. I stopped, perched on a branch, and scratched at my feathery face with my talons. After the itching had stopped, I dove into the air, and continued flying on.
And...idiot Hades! He was right there, and could've said something...anything...to stop Zeus from turning me into an owl! Maybe he wanted me to be an owl, too! He really didn't care. What a jerk.
I hadn't thought about it once after Hades took me under his wing, but I began to think about home. How much I wanted it. There was nothing to do as an owl. What did mice even taste like?
I wasn't sure how far I had flown. It had been an hour...maybe two...before I came across a crystally, turquoise and white palace. I had never been there or seen it. That told me it must've been where I should go.
I landed on the window ledge, and flapped my wings to open the window. The room was warm. It was comforting and familiar. Too familiar, almost.
There was a woman who approached the me on the window. "Hello there, my pearl," she said with a warm smile. Both her voice and her appearance were very familiar. Which meant...
Uh-oh...
...I had gone in a gigantic circle.