So, this is the first time Ive written in this journal, or any journal for that matter. Ive never done anything like this before. Lucia, who incidentally gave this to me in the first place, said to think of it more as a chronicle of my life than a journal. I suppose that makes it seem less weird. However, if Im going to make this a chronicle, I guess I should introduce myself first.
My name is Thalia. I am one of the Goddess Aphrodites Charities. The Charities are three warriors, who serve as her personal bodyguards, and we train some of her lesser fighters as well; Blaise and Lucia are the other two Charities, as well as good friends of mine. That seems rather exciting to read on paper, but it really isnt how it seems. Being a Charity is actually quite boring. We have yet to actually have a need to protect our Goddess, so our days are mostly filled with training and the numerous festivals that She throws on the island.
Ah, I should explain the island too. Aphrodite Island isnt on any map, but it exists. Its a beautiful place really; lush forests, beautiful rivers and streams, and the middle of the island consists of our Goddess palace (where we Charities also live) and many rows of smaller abodes where Her other warriors reside. Everything about it is crisp, bright, and alluring, and every inch of it has been personally approved by Aphrodite herself. Its a very impressive place, but after living here basically all of my life, Ive gotten over it.
I should probably explain how I became a Charity. I dont remember much before I came here, but I do remember that I was very poor. I remember my parents as very loving people, but they couldnt control me. You see, I happen to be a psychic, and as a child I had no control over it. I didnt even know what it was. All I know was that I would have horrible nightmares, when I got upset things would go flying across the room, stuff like that. I was scouted for those abilities by one of Her servants, and they promised me all of the things I have now, which seemed like the entire world as a child. So my parents gave me to Her, and here I am.
Theyve tried to teach me how to use my abilities here, but it didnt really seem to work so well. Sometimes, I still lose control
Bother, I have to go. Were being summoned for tonights feast. Our Goddess loves such things. Until next time, I suppose.
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Hello again.
The feast last night went as it always does. It started out as a fairly enjoyable, civilized dinner, and ended in (excuse my bluntness here) provocative dancing and promiscuity.
It makes sense, since our Goddess is the Goddess of Lust, that such things happen on a regular basis on this island, but they always unsettled me. I must admit, I have had my fair share of temptation, but I am not one for indulging in those temptations on a nightly basis. Ive had a few partners in my time, but I find the choice of partners unappealing as of late. Lucias heart belongs to one of Ares warriors (they come here quite often when Ares and our Goddess wish to meet, and were expected to entertain his warriors in the lewdest way possible, another tradition that I do not partake in), and Blaise has no attachments and rather enjoys these proceedings. That tends to leave me alone many nights.
That is actually the reason why Lucia gave me this journal. She felt it might be good to get my thoughts out, since I have no other way to release as Blaise so aptly put it. I am more than fine the way I am, yet they refuse to listen to that.
I didnt really intend to write about this, but I really dont know what else to write. Last night I had a nightmare that has yet to leave my mind. I was on a grassy hill in the moonlight, surrounded by pillars, I think they were of Greek origin (I am originally from Greece and spent much of my free time as a teenager reading about my homeland), standing tall and proud. Then suddenly, there was fire and explosions everywhere, and then nothing. Complete darkness.
Before I was cut off in my previous entry, I was about to say that to this day I still do not have control over many of my abilities. My nightmares, which are sometimes actually visions, are one of those things which I cannot control. I am not sure if this was just a bad dream brought on by drinking too much wine the night before, or if it in fact means something more. Id like to believe that if the latter were true, I will have another vision, or some other sort of sign, to tell me so.
Anyway, I have quite a bit of training to do today, as well as teaching. It should be interesting to see what kind of punishments the three of us come up with for those who straggle in to practice late due to last nights festivities.
Ill be sure to write about any that are particularly interesting. For humors sake.
Until then.














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