The morning came and Artemisa woke. Apollo brought the sun to its highest height, but no hero left the city. All that could be heard was the tears of women weeping for their dead hero. It was then that Artemisa knew what to do. The gods had given her the maps knowledge and had rid the city of the hero, her master and friend. She had been chosen by fate to leave. She said to the weeping women, "Weep and mourn until tonight, then make sacrifice to the gods, for I will leave on our hero's journey. In the morning, make all proper ceremony for our hero's burial. He was to leave to climb the mountain most high to speak to Zeus in person. The request that he was to make, the one that I must now make, was to ask for immortality. No longer will you worry after your heroes or the lack there of. No longer will there always be impossible beasts attacking those born under a brave and strong star. Now, I must leave at once, without food or sword. Pray to the gods for me, for all but Zeus will listen."
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The Epic of the Artemisian Mountain
PoesiThis 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...
