The Grotto

Juno stood, seething, as she watched the ships set sail across the sea for Italy, helpless to throw them off their destined course. This land she cherished more than any other in her domain, where stood the jewel of Carthage, a city dear to her and those her chosen, which she herself had made sure that it thrived. Now in danger of being overturned, she feared the worst for her beloved city, as these invaders drew nearer each day. Aeneas led this group of Trojans, who, if the old prophecies were true, would settle down and one day establish their own nation, overthrowing, and toppling, great Carthage, to be replaced by the new-founded Rome. Despite her best attempts to stall the voyage, the gales, the waves, the tempests, all had failed. A large number of ships had been destroyed, but among the survivors was this heir, Aeneas, and his many loyal comrades who would all be settling down together, great and hardy men sure to find success.

There will always be plenty of opportunity to worry about things, until you admit to yourself you deserve an escape-- there's always something that you love doing waiting for you to do it, which will help you focus and change your energy.

Heather adored her garden. Now that spring was here, it was her only wish to watch it grow and see it thrive, the flowers bloom. With time, it would become a place of beauty, where she just might pass the time, serenely. Since her husband had passed, it was the only thing she had left that seemed the same. Just like other years the sole upkeep fell to her, and although Phill was gone, it was still there for her to tend, and it gave her a sense of normalcy, despite these new hardships. Today, she would be planting the rosebushes. Kneeling down upon the soft dirt, she grabbed her hand shovel to dig a hole for a sapling. She struck into the dirt with the shovel tip, when she hit something in the ground that jarred her wrist and sent a jolt coursing up her arm. Pausing to rub the kink out of her wrist, she shook her head as she peered in the hole. She could see the top portion of an object and noticed it wasn’t a rock at all, but it had a rather large divot taken out of it which she had ma...