This is an Epic The Musical fanfic in Polites perspective from Survive! It is written in second person (You) so you are Polites. It's not gory or that depressing it's actually a bit sweet! I hope you enjoy it!

*art of ody and tele on the cover belongs to @Sova1919 from their ICHBW animatic* one night a few days before odysseus has to leave he can't sleep and neither can telemachus. So odysseus writes a lullaby to help them both. a special song, one with a promise that they both intend to keep.

This is a fanfic based on the Greek goddess of sorcery Circe!!! When reading please caution: suicide, SH, child abuse, panic attacks, controlling parent, nightmares about traumatic events, murder, death of a love one, violence against children, burning people, gore and any types of abuse. That's your warning if you are sensitive to these topics maybe don't read it- This is the blurb: My past is...different from other people's. There are things that people don't know about me. Some things that you may be able to figure out, but other times it is stuffed in a darker place in my mind. The place I only go when I am alone or when no one is watching me. I'm different from others, in both worlds. I am a goddess who acts too much like a mortal and will never be accepted by the gods, but I still act too much like a goddess to be accepted by mortals. I'm in between two different worlds, fully accepted by neither. The present... is complicated. My biological and chosen family are coming together but not in a positive way. Drastic measures have been taken, and people have changed. I can not say that the changes were for better or worse because honestly I do not know. There are moments where everything is okay, moments where I feel light and am enjoying life. Moments that replay in my mind when I am missing someone or some time. Some moments could be better. There is chaos, fighting, and pain emotionally and sometimes physically. The mood changes happen in an instant. My past and present intertwine to make one big bubble of memories. Things that happened in the past, are repeated and continued or sometimes I learn from it. But to understand the many twists and turns of my present you need to understand where it came from.