The first day Artemisa remembered was the day of map making. That day she had been in charge of finishing an important map for the city's bravest hero who was to begin a new quest. Artemisa, skilled in brush and ink, decorated the clay tablet. It was baked, every carving and imprint permanent, ready for the last step. She breathed life into it, smoothing out the gilded edges, filling the markings with red ink, adding sea-monsters and other such enemies to the map. The longer Artemisa spent on the map, the better she learned it, and soon she knew it, and it was carved in her head. When the Apollo began to prepare for rest, one of the city's hero's slaves came to retrieve the map.
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The Epic of the Artemisian Mountain
PoetryThis is the epic tale of Artemisa's journey to the top of the mighty mountain of the gods to save all heroes to come. It is written as an epic poem, modeled after the Odyssey by Homer, except my poem is very short, one stanza per book or chapter. En...
