Artemis
➥ Goddess of the Hunt, Wild Animals, Wilderness, and Virginity
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Artemis
➥ Goddess of the Hunt, Wild Animals, Wilderness, and Virginity
Twenty authors, twenty gods, twenty stories that will chill, thrill, and kill you.The Gods of the Pantheon present their first anthology of halloween stories, the time for Samhain draws near....
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Twenty authors, twenty gods, twenty stories that will chill, thrill, and kill you.The Gods of the Pantheon present their first anthology of halloween stories, the time for Samhain draws near....
AVAILABLE NOW: https://www.amazon.com/Immortal-Fears-CJ-Landry-ebook/dp/B087JD6568/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=cj+landry&qid=1596472096&sprefix=cj+lan&sr=8-1
Persephone
❀ Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld ♛
Prometheus
Titan of Forethought
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Forgotten Memories
Forgotten Memories: I watch as my mother moves the slit in her toga, revealing a dagger strapped to her thigh. She unsheaths it, showing me the deadly metal shimmering in the sunlight. @Cliohistorygeek @LostPlanetPluto #thePantheon #WritingCommunity
I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. All I can do is think. There is a part of my memory that is still missing. Like a fog, I can’t clear. Once I started to remember my past with Atë and…Eros, I felt most of the fog lift, except for a small chunk. A part of my history is still missing and I am determined to figure it out. It bothers me that I, the muse of History, can’t remember something of my own past.
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Night was my time; the sun made me sluggish and cranky. But the night job freed up my days to sleep and meditate on what exactly Zeus’ purpose was in relegating us all to mortal status. I could see it as humbling, but it wasn’t like Daddy to treat me unfairly. I was a silver child to him and rarely caused him trouble.