A return to Greek Mythology again… Can’t seem to help myself. This self contained story features The Isles of the Blessed.
The stained glass pendant, blurred her eyes as she stared. Moisture ran down her face. Why did life have to be so hard?
Her mother always said, dolphins delivered messages to the other side, the Isles of the Blessed. The kingdom housed heroes in the afterlife. Worthy, pure souls destined to serve and protect the living if an occasion ever arose.
The world bleak. The elite self-serving clowns. The world cried out for heroes. And yet she wasted her time thinking of what could be and should be. A chill crept through her being.
Wind chimes rattled in the distance, whispering an answer. Time for the heroes to rise; starting with herself.