The Poem The Sea Breeze - 1348 Words

The sea breeze was gentle, yet rough, striking me with a force that knocked me to the ground. My mother chuckled to herself and helped me back to my feet; she always has my entire life. â€Å"Oh Proserpina,† she proclaims jokingly, my mother is a goddess, one of many in the Greek Pantheon of Gods. I am her daughter, a demi-god some call me. But I don’t like to act like one; I play with the other kids in the village like any other kid; No one treats me differently. But my mom always wants me to embrace who I am and don it proudly, I already do but I don’t want to rub the fact that I am a 14-year-old Demi-goddess who is basically immortal and my mom could crush the village effortlessly. Regardless of that power, I just wish to remain humble†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"You’re very scared for a goddess,† he exclaimed. I ran even faster. â€Å"You shouldn’t be so scared of me; I am here to help you.† At this point I could not run an ymore, I collapsed and he stood over me. â€Å"Proserpina,† he signed and paused. â€Å"I have been waiting for your arrival for so many years. You are the light to my world and people and we need you, more importantly, I need you.† I stood there and was in awe at what he had said, I was so confused one what he meant by his world and people. â€Å"Who are you?† I blurted out. His look gave me reassurance that he looked upset that I didn’t know. â€Å"I am Pluto, god of the underworld and keeper of the hell.† My eyes widened, Pluto was who my mother hated the most. He was evil and deceitful. But he didn’t seem too bad; I don’t know why my mother hates him. I stood up and looked up into his eyes; I was expecting fire and evil. But they were a beautiful green. His stood as if he was defeated, his head facing the ground. He seemed to almost genuinely care about me and wanted me to join him. I knew I could not; what was I to do? â€Å"Mr. Pluto, I cannot go with you to your world. This is my home and people would miss me and I have a duty to fulfill in this world.† I told him bowing. I look up to see him glaring at me so intensely to the point his eyes were so lifeless. With one swift swoop he grabbed me off my feet and carried me to the horse. I screamed and flailed around hoping anyone nearby could help me, but no one came. He put meShow MoreRelatedTo Helen by Edgar Allen Poe Analysis Essay1727 Word s   |  7 Pages oer a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! 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