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ARIADNE
There are far too many versions of different Greek myths and legends for me to tell every one of them. When I was a young girl, I carried a rare form of beautiful innocence that travelled from the top of my head, through my blood, until it reached the soles of my feet. I knew nothing of the horrors of the world.
Scylla was a beautiful nymph, she carried herself with poise and elegance. She turned the heads of interested men, or jealous women, and she knew it.
One night whilst bathing in the crystal blue sea, a jealous Circe, sorceress and daughter of the sun god Helios, poured a ruinous potion into the sea water, turning her from a beautiful nymph into a horrifying beast. She had a crab-like shell, twelve feet, and six necks were added to her body. Her threatening head had three rows of teeth. From where she once carried delicacy, she now carried animalistic features. She was a beauty turned monster.
I was a beauty turned monster, although my altercation may not have been as gruesome, or as fascinating as Scylla, It felt like it. I felt as though my body had been ripped to shreds, and lazily glued back together again, with missing pieces scattered throughout.
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ActionAriadne was a beauty turned monster. Her shattered heart lay in pieces on the floor, with no one there to pick it up. Her life is lay upon the foundation of her stories, her myths. The writers taught her life skills no one else could ever have the...
