#also aaa I know it says ‘Sparta’ in the original but I decided to change it bc

[dolls-self-ships]

So I don’t have part 2 done yet but I made a little intro with the narrator and the muses! Part 1

“In the pantheon of Greek Mythology, there are many tales and epics of love and romance. Orpheus and Eurydice, Physce and Eros, Apollo and Hyacinthus. Some say that stories about passion are the universal-“

“Oh, now we’re talkin!” The muse of comedy, Thalia, hollered from her painted spot on the bronze vase, which sat on a pillar in the dimly lit history museum.

“Um, e-excuse me, but I was in the middle of narrating.” The disembodied voice spoke.

“Oh, we know.” Melpomene, the muse of tragedy, chimed, stepping into frame on the pottery.

“But you’re makin’ this sound like a story that’s the opposite of passion.” Said Thalia, resting her hands on her hips,

“No offence.” The muse of dance, Terpsichore, added sweetly as she poked her head out.

Thalia nodded, a big excited smile on her face. “Mmmhm! We wanna hear about the drama, the spice, the seduction~ HA!”

“Now,” Calliope, the tallest, the muse of epic tales, elegantly strode into the middle, clasping her hands together. “Just tell us who this story is about, and we can take it from here, darling.”

The narrator continued. “Well, it’s, not your average tale, but-“

The petite muse Terpsichore gasped. “Oh! Is it about Zues and Hera?”

“Uh- no, it’s-“

“Hunkules and me~?” Thalia joked, gesturing to herself.

“What? No, it’s about-“

“I bet it’s going to be about the-“ the muse of history, Clio, was about to make an educated guess before the narrator re-interrupted.

“Would you ladies please let me finish?”

The five ladies collectively sighed.

Terpsichore waved her hand, smiling. “Okay, say your thing, baby.”

The narrator cleared his throat. “Thank you. As I was saying, this particular love story, is about, Hades and-“

All the five muses nearly jumped, their expressions ranged in varying levels of confusion, surprise, and even disgust.

“HADES?!?” They all shrieked.

“You mean the villainous Lord of the Underworld Hades?” Melpomene asked, just to make things clear that there wasn’t maybe a nice, good guy mortal who happened to be named Hades.

“Yes, that Hades. The God, of the Underworld.”

“Bob, have you been mixing up the scrolls again?! That man is E to the V to the I-L EVIL! Euck!” Terpsichore wailed, scrunching up her nose and sticking out her tongue.

The narrator stammered. “Yes, he is but, everyone deserves to be loved. Don’t you girls think?”

“Mmmhm,” Thalia crossed her arms. “Well maybe those who aren’t nasty no-good-evil-doing Lords of the Underworld.” She said, shaking her finger disapprovingly.

Clio nodded promptly and rolled out her scroll. “His records show nothing but bad deeds, plotting, and scheming!” She stated, reading off the roll.

“Yeah!” Terpsichore agreed. “Nothin’ but lying, taking advantage of all those poor mortals all the time!”

“And not to mention that man is more beastly than godly! Those sharp teeth and sunken eyes of his give me the heeby jeebies, Bob!” Thalia hugged herself, shivering at the thought of what she just described to the narrator.

“I understand the concern girls, but... haven’t you all considered that- maybe all that of could change? Um, minus the.. sharp teeth and sunken eyes part.”

“As crazy as it sounds, I think Bob may have a point here, darlings. Love, is a powerful thing~” Calliope advocated, balling her hands into fists and pumping her elbows to her sides to put emphasis on the word “powerful”.

“Ah, there you see? That’s the spirit!”

The tall muse nodded. “Mhm, now, why don’t you carry on with your story so my girls and I can sit back, and listen this time.” She gave accusing looks to her colleagues, which earned her sheepish smiles from all of them.

“Why thank you, Calli.”

Calliope nodded.

“Ahem, our story begins with a princess, named Kassandra-“

Thalia blinked. “Princess?! Oh I know Hades isn’t about to corrupt that poor pretty young thing! Not on my watch-“

“AHEM.”

Thalia snapped her lips together. “Ha, carry on.”

“Now, where was I? Ah yes, our story begins with Princess Kassandra. A beautiful young princess from the land, of Corinth. The youngest of three daughters, and yet, heir to her parents throne, was being sent to Athens to study the arts, history, and the art of diplomacy. However, the journey there would not be safe for her to go alone, and therefore, she needed a hero to protect her every step of the way. And that hero, ladies and gentlemen, was to be none other than our Hercules.”