Goddess on the run

[*~*PermenantlyLost*~*]

ok, this isn't a fanfic, really, but disclaimer anyway: i didn't invent the gods(desses), the greeks did...oh, and i didn't create troy, either, nor did i do the war or anything...but other than that i'm pretty sure the rest of it is all a product of my twisted mind...

I.
The Muse of Comedy was sitting on her bed, bouncing a ball against the wall. She was so bored! Everyone was busy with that stupid Trojan War. Her sister Aphy was busy with the whole Paris and Helen situation. Zeus, Apollo, and the others had different duties with the whole thing. And the other muses were inspiring poetry and songs about the tragic, heroic, and historic deeds of the war. There wasn?t any comedy to be found in war, though, so the poor Charity was left all alone. And when her sister muses weren?t busy inspiring, they enjoyed rubbing it in that she didn?t have anything extra to do. And she was sick of it. They always talked about the classics they were behind, and they conveniently forgot all her works. She was angry, bored, and lonely. And in anyone, this wouldn?t be good, but in a goddess, it was explosive. Thalia was leaving Mt. Olympus!
She snapped her fingers and her TV switched on. Channel surfing through the mortals? different lives, she was searching for one that was just right! There! 10948, was it? Damn, she was past it. Switching back quickly, she found what she looked for. A young mortal girl was sitting at her desk, typing away on a keyboard. She looked exactly like Thalia, except for her eyes. The Mortal had clear blue eyes; Thalia had gray-green eyes. The title of the channel was at the top of the screen ?Saffron Fisher?. Thalia rolled over and dug around under her bed. She popped up, her hair slightly mussed, with her little laptop. She ran a search through Glauce.com. (The nerdy Nereids may have been geniuses when reconfiguring mortal technology, but they happened to be a little vain and often named things after themselves.) All the information you could ever want came up on her:
Name: Saffron Fisher
Age: 16
Home: 5837 Ribbon Road, Peoria, Illinois
Parents: Joannie and Phil
Number of books read: 4,000
Hours of TV watched daily: 5
Writing status: amateur author and poet
Perfect! Thalia giggled gleeful and she snapped the laptop shut and threw a few things quickly into a bag. Then, with a pop and a small trickle of sparkles (she hadn?t mastered the sparkle thing yet), the muse disappeared, heading toward America?

II.
Saffron, better known by her friends as Fiddle, and by her enemies as other things, sat at her desk, staring at the blank document, an annoyingly blinding shade of white, her empty essay on the lives of the Greeks echoing the emptiness in her head. She stared at the book for a moment, trying to find a good way to start the damn thing. Ugh! It wasn?t working! She buried her head in her hands to think. A loud pop startled her out of her thoughts, and when she looked up, a girl about her age was standing in her room. The girl had gorgeous brown hair that hung in wild curls, and she had bright eyes that lingered between green and gray, like they couldn?t make up their mind. And she was in a toga.
?Who the hell are you?? Fiddle managed to get out.
?My name is Thalia?? the girl started, trying to sound all regal.
?Like the singer?? she asked.
?The singer?! The god damn bloody singer?!? The girl raged, a light bulb popped, making them both jump. ?Sorry?need to control that?they?ll find me?? She curtsied gracefully, and smiled stunningly, ?Anyway, I?m Thalia, the GREEK Muse of Comedy. It?s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Saffron.?
?Call me Fiddle?and how did you know my name? No, no, I have to be dreaming, too much Latin homework?I?m going to put my head down, and go back asleep, and I?ll wake up and be magically inspired?correct?? she asked, with a slight hint of sarcasm at the end.
?Argh! Mortals! Don?t notice anything, and when you do, you don?t believe your own eyes! There was a day when you would be groveling?well, not to me, probably, they all ignored me unless they were an author or something?but still! Have some respect!? Thalia exclaimed.
?What are you talking about? Does that mean you are here to inspire me to write this paper??
?As if?but I do have a proposal of another sort.? Thalia sat down on the bed and looked at Fiddle, her eyes shining brightly as she spoke, ?You like mythology, correct? How would you like to actually MEET the gods and goddesses and great heroes you?ve studied? I ran away from Mt. Olympus?don?t ask why?and I need some place to stay. So?would you be willing to switch places? Well, not exactly switch. I would be you for a while, and you would be free to wander the lands of Ancient Greece!?

III.
?But I don?t speak Greek or Latin or whatever?what if they think I?m some kind of creature sent from Hades or something?? Fiddle asked, unsure, but Thalia could tell from the girl?s excited look that she was hooked.
?Well, I?ll take care of that, ok course!? Thalia said, tugging out a necklace with a pendent in the shape of her symbol, the laughing mask. ?As long as you wear this, you?ll be fine. And you?ll be able to get a hold of me, too.?
?And you?ll keep up on my school work and things? Wait?what am I talking about? I don?t even know whether or not I believe you?re real yet!? she said.
?Fiddle?look around you. Wouldn?t you love to get away? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. And even if I?m not real, than you are in no danger, so why worry??
?Because I?ve read about what happens when mortals and gods strike deals, nothing ever good!? Fiddle said.
?I give you my word as a muse and a friend, I want to be your friend, anyway, that I will allow no harm to come to you from the other gods,? Thalia offered her hand, ?Deal??
Fiddle took it hesitantly, and Thalia smiled triumphantly. ?Good. So I guess I?ll provide you a backpack that will come up with whatever you need when you need it?where do you want to start??
?Troy. I?d like to start at Troy, during the Trojan War thing,? Fiddle said.
Thalia?s mouth dropped open. She quickly closed it and stared at Fiddle like she was insane. ?You know what happened to Troy, don?t you??
?Of course! And it?s not like I?m asking to be there for the horse incident, just at the beginning or something,? she said, and then added, ?You can do that??
Thalia was nervous. She wasn?t good with the whole putting other people in different places thing yet. She could get Fiddle to Troy during the Trojan Wars, sure. But at a certain time during the wars? Not so sure. Her eyes caught an angry picture of Zeus in Fiddle?s open mythology book. She didn?t have much choice, she?d have to try. ?Yeah, of course I can! I?ll do it now, if you?re ready??
?Now? Like at this moment?? Fiddle asked, sounding unsure.
No, that was bad. She couldn?t want to wait. It had to be now, this was important! Thalia looked at her with pleading eyes.
?Um?sure, ok,? Fiddle finished.
?Right?well, have a good time, send me a postcard or something,? Thalia said with a grin. She closed her eyes tight and focused on what she wanted to happen. There was another pop and Thalia opened her eyes. Fiddle was gone!

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