CHAPTER IV:Heroes Of Legends.

After a few dozen pages of textbooks, and homework, I had a whole weekend to kill. I walked down to the grand hall to see Persephone. The flowers in her hair and dress were in full bloom, and her dress was repaired and was a bright white over the dull grey I saw in the cafeteria. She seemed to glow as much as her flowers did, and her smile was perfect.

"Hello mother. I'm done with my homework, and I'm going to see Perseus and the others, and see how they're doing." I said eager to leave.

She nodded slightly and the doors opened. I ran out, and to my small personal armory off to the left. I went inside and quickly changed out of my school uniform into a white shirt, a black hoodie, and black jeans that I had brought with me from my room with some armor I usually left in the small shed thrown on top. I grabbed a regular wooden bow and a short sword off the wall, and ran out of the small shed.

I ran into an open field to see Achilles hunting. It wasn't necessary since all in Elysium were given free food and any wine they wanted, but the deer reminded him of Apollo and his twin Artemis. If you've never heard of the story of Achilles, all you need to know is that when Apollo got involved, it didn't end well for Achilles.

Achilles looked at me and smiled "Hello Mary, Friday already?" He asked.

I nodded and got my bow ready. "You know. The mortals have a story that the dead fear what they died too." I said taking out an arrow.

"Ha ha. You give Apollo my regards?" Achilles asked.

I nodded and took an arrow out "He said he'll be down here later. You can tell him yourself." I said.

"Good, I have a bone to pick with him. Bastard shot an arrow into my heel" Achilles said drawing the string on his bow back.

"Guided an arrow into your heel, and to be fair you actively cursed him and destroyed his statues. You're lucky Apollo got to you before Artemis did." I said following suit.

Achilles shot the arrow, and it flew across the field hitting one of the deers straight through the eye. I shot an arrow as well, and watched it fly into another deer's heart.

I smiled as Achilles ruffled my hair, "Not bad kid. Not bad at all." He said.

After we killed a few more I had left to go see Perseus. He wore a chest plate with the gorgon, Medusa, embroidered on it. He was very proud of his kill, and wore it as a symbol. Even though by all technicality Medusa was a victim, it didn't make her any less terrifying, just like Scylla. If anything she was proof of how horrible the gods could be though.

"Hello Perseus." I said.

"Hello Mary, how's school?" Perseus asked.

"Poseidon taught us about Scylla and Charybdis, Ares made me duel a daughter of Athena, Apollo showed us how many songs he could play on his lyre, and Helios showed us how to drive a chariot." I answered.

"What did your mom and dad teach?" Perseus asked.

"The story of Theseus and the Minotaur." I replied.

"Boring! Let your dad know I'm available next week. Give the kids some real excitement." Perseus said through a smile.

"Ah yes. Teach demigods killing victims of the gods, and defying the gods is ok." I said sarcastically.

"Hey, hey, hey you forgot the kidnapping." Perseus responded jokingly.

The dead were so weird with how they acted. Their actions were already judged, so they didn't care about what they did or what they said.

After a few more hours of killing time practicing sword combat and horseback riding, it was getting dark in Elysium. The plants caught in the darkness were already dying and sprouting back up with a silver hue. I walked up to a cliff edge, and watched Leonidas train Persephone's guards.

Most of them were Leonidas' three hundred that had fought and died alongside him. Most were soldiers who fought in the Peloponnesian War, and the Persian war before that, but a select few were Roman soldiers.

No one here in Elysium had the heart to tell the soldiers from the Persian war that Greece lost a war to the Romans after the Peloponnesian War. Plus no one had the courage to tell Leonidas that the Greek world destroyed itself because of the Peloponnesian war either. Leonidas knew about the Peloponnesian, but not the full extent of the damage it had done to Greece.

I watched the guards train, and sat down with my back against a tree. The swords clashing was so rhythmic that it was making me drowsy. I slowly passed out under the beautiful oak tree with silver leaves, under the bright silver moon.