A Collection of my Writer's Games Entries

Sebastiano Radleau: Task 1

Somewhere on this world, there was a utopia. I hadn't quite figured out where this utopia actually was – but I had faith that it existed. Sometimes it was important to believe in things even though you know it isn't real. Like when my father died, despite being so young I knew he wasn't going to make it. His skin was so pale that it almost seemed transparent and his blood was not bright red, instead it was a mouldy red that was almost black – but I had to believe. Why? Because when you don't have much that's what you have to do – hope. Hope is powerful and it can drive a person away from death. Maybe it didn't work with my father, but if I had the hope that there was a paradise on this world then maybe there would be. A place where everyone was equal and a place where everyone lived in harmony. It was unrealistic to even have a thought of this, the chances of having a utopia were so slim and my mind couldn't help but be so logical. But I wanted to find it so badly because if this Earth was worthy of the Gods, then surely there would be a place that was paradise.

Turns out, I was wrong.

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Despite living in Greece my family originally came from Italy, specifically Sicily and I couldn't understand why they had left. I always knew that I didn't fit in, I was short and my hair was curly and for some reason I still carried a slight accent that I had probably picked up from my parents. Thankfully most people in Eleusis Minor had tanned skin which made me almost appear to be normal. To be honest, I liked being different from everyone else. Sometimes it was an advantage while other times it wasn't my favourite thing in the world.

"Stop breathing so loudly!" a girl across from me growled.

My eyes flickered up, her bright brown eyes were similar to my own except they reflected pure rage. I held my breath for a moment, for an experiment, before I tried to breathe quietly. Something was on her nerves – or maybe she had misophonia.

"Do you have misophonia?" I asked. She glared at me and I regretted asking.

"None of your business!" she huffed and gazed at the view. I doubted that she knew what misophonia was – FYI it was when loud noise, such as chewing or breathing, irritated someone.

Our chariot suddenly bumped to a stop. The girl, Damaris, and I had been selected to go into the Labyrinth. While some part of me was scared, I was quite excited to find out what all the fuss was about. I had only heard rumours about this place and I didn't like to have false evidence – I wanted to find out about the Labyrinth on my own.

A man dressed up in a fancy suit of shining armour gestured for us to hop off. I gave a final look at the two pure black horses which had drawn the chariot from my home of Eleusis Minor, they were Murgese horses which, ironically, were from Italy. I followed the man into a large marble building.

Twin columns acted as a hall to the entrance and, though I knew they were old, they had a grand and elegant look about them as they reflected some of the afternoon sun onto one another. Black lines ran through the marble like veins full of blood and I couldn't help but let my mouth drop as I noticed that on each column was either a God or Goddess and all were carved perfectly, I almost thought they were real. Each one was gazing out and it soon clicked in my head that we were in Olympus – the place of Gods. And this place was definitely worthy of them.

Damaris and I entered the building to find it full of people, at least forty, with a long runner table taking up the majority of the space in the foyer. It was also made of marble but it was whiter rather than the light yellow cream coloured marble that was used for the building. It seemed that we were the last ones to arrive because the doors were closed behind us with a loud click.