It's Very Greek

chapter four

I woke up to the feel of someone gently shaking me.

I opened my eyes slowly and was blinded by the bright morning sun pouring in through the windows. I groaned audibly and rolled onto my side and back under the covers and into the warmth of the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in in my life.

A woman's soft voice caressed my ears and I was instantly reminded of where I was.

Mount Olympus.

"It's time to wake up, darling," Aphrodite told me in a kind, quiet voice.

I slowly sat up and leaned against the mound of pillows behind my head.

"I'll get my cook to prepare you some breakfast, and then I will come and get you in an hour and we can start our lessons!" Aphrodite told me excitedly.

I smiled warmly at her. "Ok."

Ten minutes later, my mother was gone and a kind, older woman had already brought me a tray of food. There were pancakes, eggs, and bacon laid out expertly. It was a simple meal you would find in the mortal world, but it was still divine.

Once I was done and eating and was pleasantly full, I put the silver tray and the bed table, and made my way over to the closet. I figured that today I could wear a more causal outfit than an elaborate couture dress.

I fished out a simple pair of blue jeans and a loose fitting blouse with butterflies on it.

I wasn't sure what to do for the thirty minutes until Aphrodite came to get me, so I decided to go through the desk and vanity in my room and see what contents lie within it.

I started at the pure white vanity and found nothing more than more makeup than I would ever need and various types of hair and skincare products.

Next, the beautifully antique desk. Most of the drawers just had pens, paper, and empty journals. However, while I was digging around in the bottom drawer, I stumbled upon something out of the ordinary. Under stacks of paper and books, there was a very old and very worn looking journal. It was painted with scenes of the night sky, different shades of deep blue and twinkling stars.

I was apprehensive to open it, not knowing what I would find inside, but took a quick peek, anyway.

Beautiful feminine flowing handwriting adorned the worn pages, along with delicate doodles here and there. There were dates in the top right hand corner of every new journal entry. The dates shocked me. They went back hundreds, even thousands, of years, which made it obvious this was a Goddess's old journal, and I was astounded at the shape it was in.

I flipped to a random page in the middle and began reading.

The memory of Adonis haunts me into my dreams. His beautiful face will never leave my troubled mind, and it causes me deep sorrow. I can remember our nights of passion and love, and it is absolutely destroying me with blind grief to know that the nights are over, and that I will not again see his beautiful face in front of my own.

I closed the journal quickly and placed it gently where it was hidden. I felt like I was invading. The writing was far too personal for me to be reading. I could only assume that it was my mother who wrote this and forgot about the diary centuries ago.

It was odd for me to think of all of the men she had loved. It was odd to think that this is how the Gods lived and acted. Infidelity and countless lovers. I could never live that way.

I shook the thought from my mind when I heard a knock on the door. I closed the drawer I had been looking in and opened the door to Aphrodite.

"Are you ready, my dear?" she asked in a peppy voice.