![]() ![]() ![]() How wars are often started as an act of revenge. This is just off the top of my head, she said after a moment, but maybe you could write about the relationship between revenge and war. Calliope tapped her chin with an index finger, thinking. Nemesis told us our papers could be about anything related to revenge." Libon, the teacher, wasn’t yet looking for everyone’s attention, ready to start class. Medusa let out a frustrated little huff and glanced up to be sure Mr. She’d been so lost in her thoughts about Homer that she’d missed Medusa’s reply to her question! Sorry. Well? Emphasizing her request, the snakes on top of her head curved themselves into a dozen scaly, green question marks.Ĭalliope snapped to attention. Because except for when she’d been helping him with his books, he seemed totally blind to the fact that she was even alive! But, unfortunately, she could only crush on him from afar. He had such a great vocabulary and was so incredibly talented. Just thinking about Homer made Calliope sigh dreamily. While writing about a mortal hero named Odysseus, Homer had pleaded eloquently for her helpful ideas, asking her to sing to him of Odysseus, the man of twists and turns. Most of them had heard the story of how she had inspired Homer. She’d only begun to attend Mount Olympus Academy a month or so ago, but already she’d gotten used to fellow students asking her for ideas on this and that. What’s the topic? Calliope asked matter-of-factly. ![]() ![]() I’ve got a paper due on Monday for Revenge-ology class, and I’m totally blanking. Then maybe you could help me too? Medusa asked. Though not as famous as they’d made the fifteen-year-old author Homer himself! Inspiring those two scrollbooks had made her kind of famous. True?"Ĭalliope’s long wavy red hair, which was gathered in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck, bounced a bit as she nodded. "I heard you gave that author guy, Homer lots of inspiration, while he was writing The Iliad and The Odyssey. This puzzle was solved when Medusa leaned her way. Was Medusa trying to get her attention? Or had her snakes simply been hissing? She glanced over at Medusa, the green-skinned, snaky-haired mortal girl whose desk was next to hers. TELVE-YEAR-OLD CALLIOPE HAD JUST TAKEN her seat in her last-period Architecture-ology class on Friday afternoon when she heard a sound. Mission accomplished! 1 Architecture-ology Blues It took a trail from there, descending from Mount Olympus to Earth. Once outside, it hurried down the building’s granite steps and back across the marble courtyard.Īfter reaching the far side of the courtyard, the figure entered a grove of olive trees. Retracing its steps, this sneak quickly made its way out of the Academy unseen. And whatever happened to the little hero game pieces on this map would also magically happen to the corresponding living, breathing real-life heroes down on Earth.Īfter plucking all the hero statues from the game board, the thieving figure stashed them in the bag it had brought, then left the room. Cyclops’s Hero-ology classes moved them around the map during certain class assignments. The three-inch high statues were game pieces. Its eyes glittered at the sight of dozens of little hero statues scattered around the map, which was actually a game board. As amazing as the beasts were, however, they weren’t what the figure had come for. Strange, miniature-size scaly beasts dove and splashed in the magical map’s oceans. The figure’s eyes roved over the table, which was entirely covered by a three-dimensional map, one that was extraordinarily realistic, with roads, valleys, villages, castles with moats, and mountains that looked to be a foot tall. The hooded figure pushed through it and went straight to a large, long table in the middle of the room. Luckily, the door had been left slightly ajar. In a flash it scurried over to the classroom Mr. The figure crept out into the hall again. Heart thumping, the intruder crouched on hands and knees under the closet’s bottom shelf and waited until the teacher had passed. The room turned out to be some kind of storage closet, with reams of papyrus, feather pens, and textscrolls. The cloaked figure gasped and darted through the nearest door to hide. A tall, one-eyed giant lumbered out into the hallway. Holding an empty bag, this sneak slipped in through the Academy’s bronze front doors, then padded softly past the entryway and turned down an empty hall, searching for a particular classroom. School was over for the day at Mount Olympus Academy, so most students were in the cafeteria eating dinner.Īfter glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, a two-legged figure in a hooded black cloak hurried across the marble-tiled outdoor courtyard. UP IN THE SKY THE chariot driven by Helios the sun god had begun its daily descent toward the west. ![]()
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