M9 Homers Oddity

Casandra stepped gracefully from the portal; my jaw dropped. She was alive, she was right here, she was fine and she was smiling. I hadn’t killed her or even hurt her. She put her arms around me, then threw me into the spinning black void of the portal.

      I landed on a hill overlooking a battle field. In the distance there was a huge wooden horse. I realized that it was the Trojan horse, and that this was the Trojan war. There was a man sitting on a wooden bench, submerged in thought. I walked up to him and asked him his name. He said his name was Homer.

“Hello Homer, I am Se- I mean Apollo,” I said as a plan formed in my head “I hail from Olympus. I am here to help you write. I am the god of literature after all.”

     “Oh, Apollo thank you so much. I have Ελληνικά (writers block) “

     “Writer's block?”

     “Yes.”

     “I have an idea. The soldiers  have stories. Why not collect them and put them all together! That would be absolutely τρομερός(awesome)!“

I looked at my watch and realized that I was late late late for a very important date with Casandra (if I could catch her!) Time to go!