Artemisa replied, "My tale is short. I have taken up your dying quest. Your death is now a part of me, your blood staining my hands, and now it is even more urgent that I avenge you and finish what I have started. Please, if you know, tell me where your new ruler is, Hades, lord and god of the dead and their domain. Speak brave spirit." She could hear the hero groan, then say, "I know not. For all of my time here, I have neither heard nor seen merciless Hades. He is away and has not yet returned. Do not go any further, if you value your life. Return home and make your maps. You have already lost your sight, burned and bloodied your hands, and upset Zeus. Leave young one. You were not meant to be a hero."
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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...
