Artemisa with strong memory, fearless, overcame every obstacle. At long last she came to the underworld of Hades. The god of death was nowhere to be heard or felt. Artemisa walked through spirit after spirit without knowledge. Then she stumbled on something, and she lifted a bloody dagger. The blood covered her hands and would not wipe off. The spirit of her home city's old hero spoke. "Map maker, she who was a faithful servant to me, why do you walk alive in the world of death? No life is meant to be here in this cold and hungry place. This is no place for you, you who is far too young and inexperienced to travel here. What purpose brought you here? And how, for your eyes are blinded? Speak, and tell me your tale."
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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...
