Standing at the edge of a clearing, Corinthia could not believe that the old man sitting on the other side was the famous wizard Loki. Clearing her head with a purposeful shake, she strode up to the wizard and fixed him with an intimidating glare. The wizard lifted his wrinkled face and examined her intently, taking in her long, bronze hair, soulful blue eyes, and ragged purple dress that hung on her emaciated, porcelain frame. She, in return, took in his mud-stained blue robe, pointed hat as wrinkled as his face, and a great oak staff that twisted and turned as if it were still alive and trying to escape his grasp. “Hello my lady. What do I have the pleasure of helping you with today?” His voice retained so much sarcasm that it grated her nerves. Corinthia raised an unimpressed eyebrow and pointed at her throat, looking him straight in the eyes. Loki raised an equally unimpressed, though smoky grey and bushy, eyebrow and returned her stare. Corinthia sighed in frustration, pointed at her throat, at him, at her empty coin purse, and back at her throat. Recognition dawned on Loki’s face, “Ah! I see… you don’t have a voice… that could only mean one thing… You want your voice back!” She nodded her head vigorously, not catching the mischievous glint appear in his eyes. “Well. Seeing as you, obviously, don’t have any coinage to buy back your voice... how do you intend to go about this little plan of yours?” His smirk was infuriating but all she could muster was confused stare. “Look kid, something tells me if you got this far then you got some spunk in you. How about we make a deal, eh? If you can complete three tasks, I’ll give you your voice back. What do you say?” Corinthia gathered all of her resolve and firmly shook his proffered ...
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...en doing this a long time, and I have never seen someone with your amount of spunk…” Shaking his head in awe, Loki turned and rummaged through his belongings. Finding what he was looking for he turned toward her, “Well, a deal’s a deal. Here’s your voice back.” He stretched out a knobby hand and reluctantly revealed a tiny silver vile. Corinthia snatched it off his palm and emptied it in one gulp before he could change his mind. The two stood in the middle of the clearing staring at each other, one confused one furious. “Well, did it work? Did you feel anything?” Corinthia took a deep breath and placated her fury. I don’t feel any different, so I suppose there’s only one way to find out if it worked. Reflecting on how Loki treated her, she contemplated her first words.
Making sure they came out brashly with the tiniest bit of gratitude, she said, “Thank you, Loki.”
Paul, the child, knew that his family wanted money, and he knew that he was lucky, betting on the horses. Paul became partners with the gardener. He picked the horse, and the gardener placed the bet. Paul had started out with five shillings but his winnings kept adding up. When he had made 10,000 pounds he decided to give his mother 1000 pounds a year for five years. He wanted his winnings to be a secret so a lawyer handled the money. Paul saw the envelope from the lawyer and asked his mother if she had received anything good in the mail. She said "Quite moderately nice" (p. 168) in a cold voice. She liked getting the money, but she wasn't happy. She wanted more.
It took her a long time to catch her breath,but she finally managed to spit out the words,
In the play, The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare shows how friends often betray each other. Julius Caesar is about to be crowned king of Rome, when some well-known Romans decide that it is not a good idea for this to happen. They form a conspiracy and kill Caesar. Brutus, an honorable Roman and a very good friend of Caesar’s, betrays Caesar by killing him for the good of Rome. Antony, Caesar’s best friend and another honorable Roman, betrays Brutus by turning against the conspirators. Cassius, a respected Roman, and Brutus betray each other by arguing and destroying their friendship. All this betraying lead to many deaths in the play.
The Greeks believed that the earth was formed before any of the gods appeared. The gods, as the Greeks knew them, all originated with Father Heaven, and Mother Earth. Father Heaven was known as Uranus, and Mother Earth, as Gaea. Uranus and Gaea raised many children. Amoung them were the Cyclopes, the Titans, and the Hecatoncheires, or the
“As amusing as this been,” King Gabriel begins, cutting through the silence. “I’m sure you’re not here to ask me about my day,” he quips. “There’s a reason why your-”
?Unlike most other cities in the ancient world, Corinth was a city destined for prosperity and longevity no matter who occupied it or how it was governed.? It is as old, or older, than any other ancient Greek city, with origins that lie only in myths and legends that are more than two thousand years old.? Little is known of who established the city or when it was actually founded.? What we do know is Corinth was a very important city and it became a major player in ancient Greek and Roman history.?
The commander came close and rubbed it between his fingers before letting it fall back against Chronicler’s chest. “Keep it then. I’m not one to come between a man and his religion,” he said, then emptied the purse into one hand, making a pleasantly surprised noise as he prodded through the coins with his finger. “Scribing pays better than I thought,” he said as he began to count out shares to his men.
The swish of linen followed, a scent of delicate perfume, and a female voice saying, "Antikretes, shame on you! Be hospitable. Why, this could be Zeus Himself in disguise."
The story of ancient Rome is a tale of how a small community of shepherds in the central Italy grew to become one of the greatest empires in history, and then collapsed. According to Roman legend. Rome was founded in 753 B.C. By 275 B.C., it controlled most of the Italian Peninsula. In the A.D. 100’s, the Roman Empire covered about half of Europe, much of the Middle East, and the northern coast of Africa. The empire then began to crumble, party because it was too big for Rome to govern.
There are few places in the world with so rich and diverse an artistic and cultural history as Greece. In terms of archeology there are artifacts that are 200,000 years old, while architecturally Greece boasts Minoan and Dorian ruins dating back almost four millennia. Greece is also where drama originated, so there are plenty of ancient theatres to pick your way through
For my essay I have chosen to focus on Paul’s concerns of christian freedoms in his letter to Corinth. Paul seemed to be very concerned with this issue and he used two different chapters to discuss it. To examine these issues i will use the New International Version, King James Version, and New Living Translation. Throughout my essay I hope Paul answers the following three questions; 1. Was idol worship a major concern in the church? 2. How did Paul suggest the people deal with this issue? 3. How can these texts be applied in christian life today?
This very well preserved Greek terracotta kylix, dated ca. 590-580 BCE, is characteristically a Proto-Corinthian style piece of pottery. Despite the sherd missing from the back of the vessel and the slight fading of the frieze on the lip, this kylix is still in good condition. The Proto-Corinthian period was well after the establishment of the potter’s wheel, so presumably, this piece of pottery would have been thrown on a potter’s wheel, painted for decoration, and then fired in a kiln.. The kylix itself, made of a natural yellow-tan toned terracotta, contains three main friezes, one across the lip of the cup and two across the belly of the drinking vessel. The principle motif on this kylix mirrors Easter styles, specifically animal processions.
Brianna thanked Giriko right as he set the pizza down. “Thank you Giriko.” She then whispered, “Thanks
of the first Western civilization. It was located in the continent of Europe. Also, Greece
“Ahem, Mr. Lopez?” came a feminine voice directly in front of me. I heard her clear her throat loudly, slowly tapping her fingers on my desk. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I'd sure hate to be a bother.” Recognizing that disappointing tone of voice I internally panicked- my disguise had failed. I reluctantly looked up and locked eyes with my 7th grade math teacher, who was staring daggers at me. Before I even had the chance to mutter a half-baked excuse, she quickly reached over my textbook and grabbed the open copy of Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban that I had actually been reading.