Personal Narrative: Ogygia

I cannot stand another day in my prison.

It is not my fault I am here.

And now, I must suffer the punishment.

It was my accursed father who choose the wrong battle and burdened us forever: him to those stupid mountains to hold up the sky, me to this island that exists nowhere, bedeviled to fall in love with the heroes who wash up on my shores, only to know that they all leave for their true love.

And yet, Ogygia is my home. I can never leave, so I must make the best of it, however possible, however impossible.

All these thoughts rush through my head like an overjoyed stream as I wake up in the morning. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know what year it is. There really was no point in waking up today.

I idly turn over and rest my …show more content…
It takes my a moment to brush my light brown hair, only a moment more to throw it into a braid. Only when my brush hangs by my side do I realize that today feels...different.

I rack my brain to figure out what set me off. It was sunny, it was beachy, I was on an island. Nothing seemed different!

Then what felt so wrong?

I sniffed, and there it was. The scent of an oncoming storm. This perturbed me. There has never been a cloud on the horizon for three thousand years, much less a storm.

Again, his name flashed through me. Odysseus. My eyes widened and I stared at myself in the looking glass. My eyes bore no resemblance to the ones I had seen every day. Why, if they were the same green-blue color of the sea which I loved, did they seem so...shattered?

Something today, something to do with him, would change me forever.

Remembering my task, I race out of my cottage and am momentarily stunned by the appearance on the horizon. There was always clear sky for miles, perfect visibility. For the first time in millennia did strom clouds gather, tight and dark as though they were having a meeting.

No time, I thought to myself. Find