she looked out of the window to the real world.She felt a pang of pain inside her heart. she looked away she couldn't menanggung, bear it anymore. Watching all the normall children play and have fun. It hurt. She turned to page 26 in her greek mythology book and read silently. She didn't know why she bothered she was dislexek anywhy and A.D.H.D. meaning she couldn't read the story without the letters flying off the page so she just looked a the pictrues of nymphs and naids and felt a feeling of belonging inside of thoses pages. as she flicked through the book the happy feeling grew and grew inside her untill she remembred the normall children out side playing having fun. She closed the book and began to draw a quick scetch of a man whom she didn't know. He had slick black oily hair and a stern but powerfull look in his eyes. After she finished she looked at the drawing and felt a connection with the drawn man but thats stupid she thought theres no way thats him he cant be he is she looked down at the pictrue of Hades Lord of the Dead!.
it makes sence now she thought the night-mares the visions the feeling of happyness inside theese pages never knowing my father only my mother and half brother michale. Ohh she recented me so much that she sent me to this stupid school she never told me anything about my dad only that he was important and already marrieda crystel tear ran down her cold cheek as she started to feel a sence of
Lost hope and
"I am Gweniver Dawson and I am the daughter of Hades"
A feeling of life ran into her all her Lost souls reterning and for a brife moment she was happy. Feeling the embrace of her father and then the drakness of the world colsed in on her leaving only a sketch and a Greek mythologhy book