One day, I was sitting under an olive tree, painting a colorful scene of a vineyard. I was stumped on how to make it look three dimensional, so I decided to ask Minerva on for her expert crafting advice. I went to grab a low-hanging tree branch to pull myself up, but I accidentally knocked over my paints. I realized they had spilled into a rainbow. I sat back down deciding to implore Iris to deliver a message to Minerva for me.
Minerva was busy and could not come visit me, so she sent one of her giant owls to pick me up. When the owl arrived, I sat on its broad back and prepared to fly-i had never flown owl-back before. Flying through the clouds was exhilarating, nothing like i had ever experienced before.
I arrived in minerva's secret study and crafting area, I descended my owl mount. To my surprise, the owl had turned purple! I must have sat in my spilled purple paint without realizing it. I abruptly apologized to Minerva awaiting the goddess's wrath. I closed my eyes waiting for the worst, but i head a cheery laughter. Luckily for me, Minerva found my blunder amusing. From this day forward, the goddess turned all her faithful owls purple.
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Short StoryA myth I wrote for extra credit for my Latin class... I thought it was kinda fun so here :P