Never Trust the Godess of Mischief

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Disclaimer: Mine!
Notes: This story is set in ancient greece and Zeus and all the other gods live up on Mt. Olympis.
Also, Hermes was the gos messenger. Circe has short blue, boy cut hair, golden eyes, and wears
a white and red tunic. She\'s only about sixteen, but has claimed herself Godess of mischief
and creativity. She\'s also the new messenger for the Gods. Oh, FYI, there are only twelve major
Gods. Circe in Greek, means witch-godess, and seductive.
Adrian means rich and wealthy.

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\"Hey, did you hear about what the Godess Circe did?\" \"Yeah, I can\'t believe she would actually
torch a forest, Zeus isn\'t gonna be happy about that.\" \"Hey, I didn\'t torch the forest!!\"
Circe came around the corner. \"The thing that torched the forest was an arrow set
aflame.......I just happened to be holding the arrow at the time....\" she said in a lower voice.


\"Now leave!!\" \"B-but-\" \"I said leave!!!!!\" the two lesser gods scrambled away, not seeing
Circe smirk. \"Bet you just love scaring them, don\'t you, Circe?\" Circe jumped, not expecting to
see Cupid, who was behind her. \"Cupid! You know, sometimes I feel like strangling you.\"
\"But, dear cousin, you have not yet insulted me.\" \"Don\'t test me, Cupid.\"
\"Very well, but you are needed to speak to Zeus.\" \"Fine.\"


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\"Young Circe, my child, I\'m sorry, but, you are being sent to Greece.\"\"What?!?! Why?!!\"
\"Because you have been a little too mischievious as of late. The other gods have forced me
to give you this punishment. You will stay there for five years, and if you break ANYTHING
of utter importance, and cannot fix it be the time the years have ended, you will not return to Olympis and you will only have your emortality. Do I make myself clear?\" \"Yes sir.\" She
muttered as she disappeared.


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Circe angrily put on the long cloke she had brought before she had left and fumbled with the mens armor she wore mumbling \"Stupid Cupid, I hate him.\" she kicked at the dirt, hitting her toe on a rock. \"YEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWCH!!!!!\" she couldn\'t keep the scream in, she hit the rock a little too hard with her toe. She couldn\'t help but grab her toe, wich made her have to hop
on one foot. Three girls came running, obviously concerned. \"Are you alright?\"
\"Do you need help?\" The third girl, different from the others, with their brown, curly hair,
hazel eyes, and concerned faces, while she had straight, raven black hair, bright green eyes,
and an angry face asked, \"Were you stupid enough to kick a rock to hard and stub your toe?\"


The other girls looked at her annoyed for a second, then they concentrated on Circe.
\"Sit down, we\'ll look at it and check if it needs a brace.\" Circe did as she was told, at least
having some excitement on her first day here.


The girl looked up and smiled, \"It\'s alright, but you shouldn\'t walk for a while. What is your
name, young sir?\" Circe was about to say her name, but stopped, realizing that they
thought she was a boy. Well, she had only been a major Godess for about a year, and she
didn\'t do anything really amazing, and she looked a lot like a boy, so it made sense they
thought she was an ordinary boy. She thought for a moment, wanting to say she was a boy, she came up with the name Bronte, wich ment thunder in Greek. She made her voice sound
exactly like that of a young man with her powers and said \"My name is Bronte, and yours
is what, beautiful maiden?\" The girl obviously was already in love with Circe. \"My name\'s Aretha.\"
\"Ah, Aretha, the best, such a name suits you. What is your friends name?\" Circe gestured
toward the second brown haired girl. \"It\'s Calliope.\" \"Hm, beautiful voice, your name suits you
as well. And tell me, what is your name, raven-haired one?\" \"I do not give my name to
strange men whom would be better suited in the shed, with the animals.\" Circe was taken aback
for a second.


She chuckled as the other two glared at the raven haired girl. \"That is fine with me, I like
animals, anyways.\" \"Oh, Sir Bronte, don\'t pay attention to Cyrilla, she\'s to proud for her own good.\"
\"Cyrilla? Her name defines her quite well, she is very proud, indeed.\"


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. 5 MONTHS LATER

\"Hey, Cyrilla, could you help me?\" \".....I suppose.\" Circe had lived with the sisters and their
family for a time now, and the two brunettes had just fell in love, while Cyrilla still quite
disliked Circe, still. Right now, Circe was trying to pull out a carrot that just mouldn\'t budge.
Cyrilla kneeled and grabbed hold of the carrot just above Circe\'s hands.


Circe couldn\'t help but feel a warmth growing inside her, she looked up at Cyrilla, and she
wanted to kiss Cyrilla so badly, she almost did until Cyrillas voice snapped her out of her daze.
\"When I count to three, we pull. Ready? One...Two...Three!\" they puled, and the carrot easily.
Circe fell back, with Cyrilla landing on her. They stared at each other for a bit until they heard
someone aproaching. They looked up, only to see Aretha staring at them.


\"It\'s not what it looks like!!\" Cyrilla and Circe said in unison. \"Sure.... You tell that to him.\"
She stepped aside to see a blonde man clad in the finest armor. He was glaring at Circe.
\"Adrian!\" Cyrilla said, shocked. \"You know him!?!?\" \"Yes, he\'s-\" She was cut of when Adrian
slapped her, knocking her off of Circe. \"How dare you, wench! Loving another man!!!\"


Adrian then turned to Circe and said \"Terribly sorry you had to see this. She\'s always been
quite bad with obeying me.\" Circe was just dumb struck. \'He hit Cyrilla!! What\'re you gonna do
about it?\' her alter ego said inside her mind.


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