Melissa found herself alone in the middle of some sort of over grown forest, ancient Greece she suspected. (Tho in truth it looked a lot more like modern day New Zealand.)
MM: Ha Ha, very funny Goddess. (waits) I said, HA HA VERY FUNNY GODDESS! (still nothing, well a bunch of birds flew away, but that is not really what the bard had in mind) (mumbles) Tartarus. (claps hands over her mouth...Goddess hated it when she swore..IDEA!) TARTARUS! SON OF A BACCHAE! PISSANT!
(slap) Watch your mouth girl.
But much to Melissa's disappointment, it was only a passing peasant.
MM: Hey! Just who do you think you are?
Peasant: Someone who knows the meaning of manners. What is the matter with you anyway, carrying on like that.
MM: I am just trying to summon the Goddess.
Peasant: Swearing is no way to summon a Goddess. Unless you want to bring her wrath upon you. And I am sure you wouldn't want that now would you?
MM: ::blush:: Well, I uh...
Peasant: Which Goddess are you trying to summon? Aphrodite? Athena? Artemis?
MM: Callisto. (flinch) (idea) CALLISTO!
Peasant: (blank stare) I'm not deaf child, there's no need to shout.
MM: I was just trying to bring her here.
Peasant: I think you have a lot to learn about Goddess'.
MM: I think, I know this one pretty well thank you.
Peasant: apparently not. I mean unless you see someone I don't, she's not here is she?
MM: Well no. But she'll come.
Peasant: What makes you so certain?
MM: I'm the remote control.
Peasant: well Goddess' are a rather fickle bu...did you say remote control?
MM: I mean, I'm the mayor of Cirra.
Peasant: Cirra? You are from Cirra? I'm headed to Cirra. Only I don't know which fork in the road to take.
MM: (studies the road) Well it looks a lot different than what I'm use to. But I'm pretty sure the one on the left goes to Cirra.
With that the peasant mounts her stead and rides off toward Cirra with her Army of blood thirsty warlords.
MM: What a strange woman. (shrug)
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