This story is not mine but it's my friend Brook's hope you like it!
I was walking through the woods it sudenly got dark. Then befor I knew it I was running. It felt as if I've been running for hours. My throat slowly became dry, it was hard to catch my breath, my legs begianto grow weak. I slowly began to fall over but I kept going and I didn't know why. "
What was wrong?" "why was I running?" All these thoughts running through my head. Then I came to a jolt. Laying on the cold rocky floor of the forest I began to hearvoice But I couldn't see anything. I slowly forced myself up. Relising the blood rushing down my Knees. "Crack" there was someone there. I felt a rush of fear run through me. My voice shaking I choked the words
"Who's there?" I saw a black figure run from tree to tree. Then it dissappeared! "Thank God!" It took me a minute to believe my eyes if any of this was real. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw it the black figure. I tried to run but I couldnt. I felt as if someone was holding me back."Who are you?"
"What do you want?" I screamed.
The figure came closer. It was a black hooded figure.Then it lifted up it's head its eyes were gold it looked as if they were gloying.It reminded me of the stories i was told as a little girl. I wanted to scream but I was too scar[a]ed to do anything. The hooded figure then reached out its hand for me not to menchine its hand was just bone to make matters worse,Then befor I could even blink everything began to shake."Demter!"
"Wake up!"
"Ahahaha!" I woke in Artmies room.
"Demter stop it just me."
"Artimes you scared me"
"I see that." Artimes was the princess of Citiedon. Citiedon was the home of the greatiest knights. Trained by Artimes father, King Iran. Me and Artmies grew up together, my father was one of Iran's knights. After my father died fighting in a war against Januvia Iran grew lonley and bitter due to the affect of the war that had been bostew upon him. I on the other hand was sent to live with my aunt in the lower town. Since my mother had died giving birth to me. When I became of age I went back to the place I once new and became one of Artmies's maids.
"Demter are you alright?" asked Artimes
"Yes of course" I said studering "Just a bad dream."
"You've been having those a lot lately" replied Artmies. A weird feeling came upon me, it wasnt fear or worrieness it was the feelingas if I forgot something. Of course knowing me as she does Atrmies could tell that something was bothering me.
"Demeter Ive been worried about you" Artmies said giving me a scornied look.
"I mean you havent been yourself"
"Im fine!" I yelled.
"Demeter I didnt mean" and without hearing her out I ran out of the room slamming the door behind me.
"I told her I was fine, and didnt want to talk about it."
"Why couldnt she just let it go." I was so cought up with what had happened I wasnt paying any attention to what I was doing and just my luck "SLAM!" I had ran into the king.
" You foolish girl, do you not watch where you are going!" King Iran said enraged
"My lord Im sorry I didnt see you" I said my voice shaking
" just for that I should have you relised from your duties."
" My lord Im"
"Thats enough I shall not hear another word." Demanded Iran. I stood where I was not saying a word, until King Iran entered the Great Hall. "Jeses" "I really dont understand what his problem is." "I mean I had lost both my parents and you dont see me going around threating people." Just befor i was about to leave I couldnt help but over hear the meeting the King was in
" It is at my consern that the girl had knowloge of everything" said one of the counclers
"Thats impossiable" roared Iran.
" You dont accully believe that those girl are the daughters of Zues" said Iran
"Zues" I replied very confussed.
"Ive been told that the sister has been complaining of having nightmares of being in the woods." said the concler who brought up the subject. Throwing myself on the wall I began to panic.
"What was he talking about?"

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Greek Myths
FanfictionJust a few of stories my friends and I made up in middle school.