Many people don’t know that black widow spiders used to not have red hour glasses on their backs. That marking is all thanks to a women named Chira. Chira was a very well known baker in ancient Athens. Everyone loved her food and they often complimented her on the bread she made. She was married to a man named Acacius. Acacius had been gifted by Ares and was given great battle skills and courage. He had been called to fight in the Trojan War. After ten years, he had finally returned. When he arrived, everyone was proud of him and excited about his return. Everyone except Chira. She was glad to see him at first. Then as they went around town, he was getting more and more popular. Everyone was saying how great of a warrior he was and how his
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Chira stood there, contemplating what to do. She then burst out of the house realizing what a horrible thing she had just done. She told her neighbors, and her friends; she told everyone in her path and she asked them for help. By the time that she had returned home with help, the hour had been up. All the sand sat in the bottom of the delicate glass, beautifully shimmering red. She was standing there crying while they tried to see if he was still alive.
The days that followed were dark and mournful. Chira had successfully gotten the attention that she had wanted, although she felt guilty. Her neighbors had been constantly stopping by and making sure that she was doing alright. They often offered to help her with cleaning or baking. She always thanked them and denied their help because of the horrible thing that she had done, although none of them knew the truth.
One day, Chira went out to a pomegranate tree in the woods behind her house. She planned to pick some fresh fruit for her bakery. While she picked, a light began to appear in the distance. It kept growing and growing until it was the size of a human. Then suddenly, the light changed form and became a god. As the god walked closer, Chira realized that it was Persephone.
“ Hello, Chira,” Persephone said
Chira stood there, contemplating what to do. She then burst out of the house realizing what a horrible thing she had just done. She told her neighbors, and her friends; she told everyone in her path and she asked them for help. By the time that she had returned home with help, the hour had been up. All the sand sat in the bottom of the delicate glass, beautifully shimmering red. She was standing there crying while they tried to see if he was still alive.
The days that followed were dark and mournful. Chira had successfully gotten the attention that she had wanted, although she felt guilty. Her neighbors had been constantly stopping by and making sure that she was doing alright. They often offered to help her with cleaning or baking. She always thanked them and denied their help because of the horrible thing that she had done, although none of them knew the truth.
One day, Chira went out to a pomegranate tree in the woods behind her house. She planned to pick some fresh fruit for her bakery. While she picked, a light began to appear in the distance. It kept growing and growing until it was the size of a human. Then suddenly, the light changed form and became a god. As the god walked closer, Chira realized that it was Persephone.
“ Hello, Chira,” Persephone said