A Day on Mount Olympus
. It was Saturday, December 1, 2005. That morning, my most wonderful and wildest journey began, one I'll never forget. It all began at 4 a.m. in my room. I was sound asleep when a strange creaking sound in the floorboards suddenly woke me. This had been happening more and more frequently in recent days.
Two months ago, I found an old chest in the attic. Opening the lid, I saw an old, beautifully decorated, thick book with yellowing pages and strange inscriptions. Wanting to see my find with my friends, I put it back and quickly ran to call my friends. When we ran to my attic a few minutes later, we nearly tripped with excitement on the stairs. When we finally reached the third floor, which seemed like an eternity, we threw ourselves on the chest as if our lives depended on it. Unfortunately, upon reaching our destination, an incredible sight met our eyes. A bright glow shone in the center of the room. It looked like something from the afterlife, but the most interesting thing was that the box was gone, along with the precious book. My friends started laughing, thinking it was a joke. Only when they saw the horror on my face did they realize it wasn't special effects. Suddenly, the thing vanished, and the room seemed strangely… ordinary. Terrified, we swore to each other we'd never tell anyone about it, that it would be our sweet little secret.
After a moment, everything fell silent again. I slowly got out of bed, knowing I wouldn't sleep again this morning. Slowly, as if through a fog, I walked over to the wardrobe to see myself in the mirror hanging next to the old wardrobe. It was very large. It had large doors and was exquisitely carved. It always made an incredible impression on me. Unfortunately, today I saw an ordinary wardrobe with a mirror on the side. Looking at them, I saw a little girl with delicate features, tears like pearls streaming down her pale cheeks, catching at the corners of her swollen lips.
For a thirteen-year-old, I was graceful and quite popular with the boys. Unfortunately, that strange phenomenon now worried me. To this day, I can't forget it.
A moment later, I was at the clothes closet. I slowly put on a tight white blouse, denim shorts, and colorful socks. I quickly put on my slippers and carefully left the room. To avoid waking anyone, I slowly climbed up to the attic. The stairs only creaked softly twice under my feet. Almost at the top, I tripped and almost fell down the stairs. After a moment of listening to make sure I hadn't woken anyone, and no one was bothering me anymore, I entered the dark room, looking around. Everything was in its place, yet I felt uneasy. Taking cautious steps, I approached the mysterious chest. Suddenly, a white glow appeared before me. From this eerie portal, a tall, beautiful man slowly stepped out. I was so frightened I couldn't move. I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. Suddenly, the figure spoke. It spoke in a calm, low voice, but an involuntary shiver ran down my spine.
"Don't worry, beautiful one. I am Apollo, god of the sun, light, and oracles.
" "How did you end up here?" I asked, looking suspiciously.
"We gods have our secrets," the stranger replied with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"What do you want from me?" I shouted. "Leave me alone!"
"As I said, I'm a god. And you're the chosen one," he said calmly.
"Go away or I'll call the police," I threatened, but I didn't seem to impress him
. "Mere mortals can't do anything to me," he declared. "But this isn't the time for my boasting. Let me, the gods are waiting."
"How can I be sure you're not a rapist and won't hurt me?" I asked suspiciously.
"I'd love to, but thank you. I'm at work," he declared with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Hurry up. I don't get paid for overtime."
"I'm not going anywhere," I replied firmly. "Unless you conjure me a rose."
"How ungrateful," Apollo muttered under his breath, then conjured a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "Will you come with me now?"
"I have nothing to lose," I said calmly, then took a step closer.
"Let's go," the delighted god shouted. "Grab my hand and don't let go."
"Hurry," I urged. "I don't want to wait here all day."
"You're welcome," he replied, and we soared into the air together.
We rose quickly, until the whole world spun before my eyes. Only various colors and strange patterns flashed by. When we finally slowed down, I saw beautiful fields below me, covered with the most magnificent plants. I felt like I was in paradise. I'd never seen such views in my life. Beautiful apples grew on the trees, and animals roamed the ground. Trying to memorize these sights, I closed my eyes and "lost myself in a world of dreams." I didn't even notice the great mountain range that emerged from the sea. Only after a moment did I notice this breathtaking view. Against the sapphire water, a beautiful hill loomed in the mist, covered with the strangest, yet most beautiful, plants. With the sunrise, it was an incredible sight. Gazing dreamily ahead, I forgot all about my unknown companion.
"It's so beautiful here," I asked. "Where are we?"
"Don't you know this place?" "He asked, surprised. "You must have studied that.
" "Possibly," I replied. "But it's gorgeous here."
"We're not there yet," he replied, smiling slightly. "The views are there ." "We'll
see." I ended the conversation and devoted myself to admiring the landscape
. Flying slowly toward the island, I wondered if this strange journey had anything to do with that book and the chest. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice when we arrived. Finding ourselves right on the shore of a sandy, golden beach, we began a slow descent. Landing, I noticed a strange structure on a hill, reminiscent of an ancient temple. After analyzing recent events, I concluded that I had traveled through time and space to ancient Greece, and the building, resembling a sacred site, was none other than Mount Olympus, the residence of the gods. Slightly surprised by my discoveries, I looked around, gathering evidence. Unfortunately, I saw nothing suspicious, except a hill covered with beautiful bushes and flowers. Suddenly, I saw a blazing flame at the top. Terrified by the thought that a fire had broken out, I began to beg Apollo for help. If he truly was a god, he could prevent the impending disaster.
"Apollo!" I exclaimed, "If you truly are a god, save Olympus!" "
I see you already know what this place is," said the delighted god
. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, "Why aren't you saving Olympus
?" "And what am I supposed to save it from?" he mocked happily. "You're the only threat here.
" "Don't be silly," I begged. "Everything's burning there."
"It's the Eternal Fire," he said, laughing. "It's harmless ."
"I'm sorry, I thought..." I replied, embarrassed, "...that it was burning there."
"Don't worry," he consoled me. "Let's go, they're expecting us."
Flushed with embarrassment, I followed him, remaining silent the entire way. As I reached the summit, I forgot my foolish behavior and studied the path we were taking. It was evenly paved with stones. An impenetrable forest grew all around, and the peak of the buildings loomed before us. When we finally reached the end of the path, a breathtaking sight met our eyes. Beautiful fields covered with flowers and grain swaying in the wind, stone houses with small fireplaces, and in the center of the square, a large temple, before which an eternal flame burned. Apollo invited me inside with a friendly gesture. As I entered, a blinding light struck me. When my eyes finally adjusted to the prevailing light, I saw a narrow corridor lined with paintings and bas-reliefs on the walls. Apollo, seeing my curiosity, explained that the paintings depicted the history of the world, while the sculptures depicted the rise of Olympus. While chatting for a moment about the past of the gods, I didn't notice when we reached the great hall. I stopped as if struck by lightning. The room was enormous. I thought it was some kind of cult, but when I looked up, all my doubts vanished. In the center sat the all-powerful Zeus. His gray beard coiled beneath his legs like a snake, and his weary eyes gazed down at me. When he spoke in his voice, ignoring any opposition, the walls trembled, and the flames dimmed.
"Earthly creature," he closed his eyes, "you surely see my plight. Will you help me, the most important of the gods?
" "But you never need help," I said suspiciously, looking at him. "You are self-sufficient.
" "That's how it was until now," he replied with sadness in his voice, "but the time has come when I must seek the advice of mortals.
" "But why did it fall on me?" I asked, surprised. "There are so many others.
" "You're right," he said, "but you're the only one who's seen the Holy Book."
"I knew you meant it," I snorted. "Stupid book!"
"Don't say that," Zeus shouted, making the walls tremble. "It's a divine object!"
"I'm sorry," I replied contritely, "but what am I supposed to do then?"
"Tell me," he asked calmly, "what do you people think of us, gods and immortals?
" "Everyone thinks differently," I said with amusement. "I think you're doing well, because you're doing nothing. You're just feasting and drinking the immortals' potion."
"I knew you'd be like this," the ruler said quietly. "Well, thank you, we can send you back home now."
"Please," I said in a pleading tone, "it's only noon. Let me explore your world."
"Okay," Zeus agreed, "but only until sunset."
Apollo, who had been standing to the side and listening to the conversation, slowly approached me. Signaling for me to follow him, he hurried outside. Asking him why Zeus had asked me such strange questions, he replied sadly that the Holy Council suspected that humans despised the gods. Comforting him, I suggested he show me around. He agreed, and we wandered around, admiring and observing nature. In the meantime, Apollo told me a little about the gods and their customs. Just as the sun set, we set off on our return journey. Flying skyward, I looked down at the gods' residence for the last time. I was very happy to have experienced such a history lesson and longingly watched the setting sun, a sunset unlike any other in the human world. However, I secretly hope that I will be able to experience such a wonderful adventure again someday.
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