Daughter Of Minerva

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by irisdonvolt

by irisdonvolt

I was pondering over the fact that I was born without a mark, when Bacchus snapped me back to reality.

This is implausible! The Gods were arguing over my identity as Minerva claims me to be her daughter, and that she has finally found me, after 14 years. But, since I was having no signs, it was impossible to prove herself.

Well, I was on my way to school when these glowing, bearded Gods zapped me here and just looking at them sent chills down my spine. So many majestic thrones and scythes that rested their heads on them. This has happened several times before as Minerva argued the toss and it created an unbalance.

"How can you be so confident, Minerva?"Neptune spoke up.

"Won't I know my own daughter?"

"But," Juno chimed in. "She doesn't have any signs! Not even an evidence to prove your point."

"Juno is right," Jupiter said.

"I know she's my daughter!" Minerva was in a rage. She slammed her fists on her throne.

And here I am, having no idea about what's happening. Am I really her daughter? And I have no signs to prove it. It was hard. Minerva had convinced me as I was found on a basket at the porch of my house, 14 years ago.

I noticed there were a few stolid Gods in the group. Apollo launched into Pachelbel's toccata in E minor, and Venus was fiddling with her hair.

"Okay," Jupiter spoke up. "This girl," he said, pointing at me. "We know absolutely zilch about her. Let's end it."

I wanted to help Minerva.

The gods tried to make me sign a contract, under duress, that I'm not Minerva's daughter and that I won't breathe a word about this to anyone.

No fair. I was very confused. Minerva must be worried, too. But how can I be her daughter? Well, there are possibilities, but without evidence, nothing can be proven.

"I have a proposal to make," I spoke up.

"Go on," Juno replied.

"I want a month. I want to prove that I'm Minerva's daughter. Just a month."

Bacchus argued, "And how will you do that? You have no signs. Not even a birthmark! What will an inferior like you do when the gods can do nothing about it?"

"I'll try my best."

"Ha! I bet you can't."

"I'm confident." I don't know why I said that.

"Okay," Jupiter replied. "After 30 days, you must agree to the terms of the contract and we shall declare that you are not the daughter of Minerva. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

I have a month's time to prove that I'm Minerva's daughter.

And I will.