A view from the tower

(based on Ovid Metamorphoses) Scylla feels trapped in her father's kingdom. the only escape comes in the form of Minos, the 'enemy' whom she just can't resist....

This tower is so familiar to me, a part of my childhood. I need only close my eyes....

...and i'm back ten years, a bopping smiling six-year-old with chestnut waving hair, running to the tower on a summer afternoon after lessons with my tutor have finished. Father told me tales of the ancient god Apollo, patron of music, who years ago, long before even my grandmother had been born, had set his lyre against the tower. That explains the tourist attraction-it's supposed to be musical, ysee. A younger me spent hours throwing little pebbles at the walls, just to hear the mystical sounds-and it didn't matter if they didn't. I've always had a good imagination....

...and now i'm back, so much older. A whole sixteen years-I can't believe i could be married and ruling over some distant land. Instead my father confines me to this tower, which would be fine except suddenly i am filled with a lust for adventure. Father says there are men out there who want to hurt him and so they could hurt me. Not that i care. He's a babbling old fool now and i say, let the men come. I will be ready.

The End

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