This book is by: Carrot
Stories made by Maggie, about Maggie and for Maggie.
These stories are a mixture of Greek mythology and whatever goes on in my brain so don't come at me for writing incorrect information, it's what I want it to be.
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When Maggie (known as Philia at the time) was only 16 years old, her mother, Dione and her were in the process of building Maggie's dimension. A gorgeous castle was built with dozens of people living in it to help her keep it intact and cook her food. She was the queen of the dimension and she could make whatever she wanted happen. She built her giant vault and started collecting small trinkets she found in the mortal world. She was naive and acted like a teenager, bringing mortal men to her home, not knowing that one was not truly a mortal and not under her spell. Not knowing that he would one day betray her. But that. Is a story for another time. She threw grand parties and invited anyone she came across and everyone she knew. She always kicked them out before dawn though and cleaned her castle in order to lessen the work for her castle cleaners.
Then she turned 18, the entire responsibility of being the goddess of love landed on her shoulders and she was forced to begin her duties. Her soul room was created and she went in to begin her work. All the souls in the world were in there and they were waiting to be paired. She watched people's lives all while running out of time for her own. She shut everyone out and stopped throwing parties. She lost interest in mortals and even her workers stopped seeing her. She never left her soul room. Not for food, not to shower, not to go to the bathroom and not to sleep. Nothing stopped her and her work. The halls of her house collected dust during the day and in the mornings, the dust was collected and the process repeated itself. Yet she still never left her souls. She couldn't, for there were too many many to be paired and she couldn't pause. Her mother had already left her as soon as the castle was created, so she hadn't been to the dimension for two years. Philia was invited to family gatherings but she had no time to check her mail and her workers couldn't show her, no one could enter the soul room without the help of a god or a god themself. She was trapped with no way out. A singular moment of relief would mean that 100 matches weren't made. That's 200 people without a link and they would be doomed to a sad life with no soulmate. No true love. So she kept at it. Three eyes, one in the middle of her forehead, glowing pure white. They could see everything, every single link. To anyone else, the room was filled with golden strings, but Philia could see the people attached to the strings and she could see how their future would be depending on who they were paired with. She had four arms, she needed the extra two to put souls together. She floated horizontally, not by choice, it was just the position that her body had put her in when she had gotten focused with the links. Her watery dress was flowing around her body, both covering her and keeping her body at the same, comfortable temperature. (The dress is the same one in the picture of Aphrodite above) Her signature bow, which she had created sometime during her two years of fun was still sitting perfectly on her head. It's ribbons extended and being used as a third set of arms. She was the goddess of love, yet she had none. She was the goddess of beauty, yet all hers was gone.
She was a mindless drone to her work and it took over 1000 years for her mother to come demanding why she never spoke to anyone. She stormed into the room of soul links and saw her daughter suspended in mid air, arms and bow ribbons moving rapidly. Matching 200 people per second. There was no room for hesitation or breaks. Dione called out to her daughter but earned no response and she realized that there was no way for her daughter to have a break without neglecting her duties. She turned around and stormed out of the room, flying up into the air and speeding into the forest behind the untouched castle. She flew for 1000 miles and then abruptly stopped. She swiped her hand through the air and the trees were all cleared from the area instantly. There was nothing left of them, it was like they never existed. She then floated to the ground and walked to the center of the clearing. She knelt down and placed her hands on the ground. A small angel oak sapling sprouted from the grass and she continued to age it until it was at least 100 years old. She then rose and walked to the trunk of the tree. She wrote "βοήθησέ με να επιτρέψω στην καρδιά μου να πλοηγηθεί στα νερά, διατηρώντας την Ομορφιά ως πανιά μου και Αγάπη ως πυξίδα μου" in the bark of the tree. The tree started glowing and white flowers bloomed all over it. To end it off, she put a protective barrier around it to ensure no harm would be done to it.
She then flew back to the soul room and grabbed Philia from her position. Philia's eyes went back to normal and her third one closed and disappeared, he second set of arms shrunk back into her and her bow came back to normal length. She started to struggle in her mother's arms and she screamed at her trying to get back to her souls. Thousands of souls were never going to be paired because her mother took her from her work. She started to cry and stop struggling and then her mother explained the tree to her. The tree would spiritually branch out and find souls that were attracted to each other and match them. The tree could do her work for her. She didn't have to match souls unless she wanted to. She was free from her thousand year prison.
«Aphrodite» «Philia» «Maggie»
A/N If you were wondering what an angel oak tree looks like, here's a picture
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And for those of you wondering what the Greek translates to, it says "aid me in allowing my heart to navigate the waters, keeping my beauty as my sail and love as my compass"
