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Strang things happen in ancient Greece, but I might be the weirdest. My name is Era, I’m an herbalist, at a small fishing town on one of island outside Ithaca. I was born completely blind, instead I rely on sound, touch and smell. Most people have their own tall tale since. But then there’s… the Olympians. I am no hero, no person the needs to be remembered in song or art. But I can’t GET RIDE OF THEM. My firs encounter with a god was when I smelled smock and ether behind me and a deep voice said, “I am Zeus, and I have graced you with my presents!” to which I simple walked away. Flipping him the bird over my shoulder.
After that point more and more of them started appearing. next was Poseidon the sound of crashing waves and thunder. “Mortal! You are dead.” In the moment I had to think of something, so I just said, “coral reef.” And pointed at where I heard the crashing waves. “What?” “you’ll damage the reef if you attack me.” And after a second of silents I walked away.