Anticleia12's+Diary

June 1st 2000 BC  Dear Diary, Today, as everyday I worry about my dear son- Odysseus. I worry that he may be accompanied with trials, while he is preparing his journey to fight in the battle of troy- as all lives encounter such as thee. I write in dear concern for my son. I recall watching him grow as a child but now he has fully grown strong in wisdom, strength, and in physical means and he has proven his courage by going forth on a dangerous journey to a frightening battle, knowing that doom is hiding around the corner. I love him and I do pray to the greatest of the gods- Zeus to guide his way to and from the dreadfull battle feild. As I am close to being taken by the home of death, I pray that I, Anticleia the mother of Odyssues seek the freedom of her son and that I may be put to death before my son. It must be diffucult to withstand the intensity within his heart. The visuals of men in armour, men on the battle feild grounds- lifeless, is to heart breaking to imagine. How much more would a person feel if they were to watch every move of a man, and watch them fall suddenly after being struck by a weapon? I wonder as I look at the battle feild from the perspective of my son. I must write no longer, and continue next day for it is time for me to greet my only son goodbye.

June 14th 2000 BC Dear Diary, I have recieved a great disasterious news. Blind Demodocus has sung of such horible comings. I am sure that my dear Laeretes will be outraged when he hears of such dreadful news. Poseidon has cursed my son and forbidden him to return to his home land, I wish he were here that I may say a proper goodbye to him, for my time is coming by like an unknown lightning bolt shot down onto earth. How much more if I were to die unhappy, for the face of my son I will not see. The news makes any mother want to weep for their son, knowing that their son is in danger every single breath of their life. Not I shall weep, nor shall a father of my son weep for a death that has been so uncalled for, for a man of such wisdom has been not in his own land for 20 years. But I shall weep, when my dear Laertes finds out of what secret that I have been keeping from him. Odyssues is the son no of my Laertes. He is the son of Sisyphus. Why oh why have the gods cursed me with such terrible trials!!!!! Ah, if only Laertes will be forgiving of the unknowing ways of my kind. I shall do everything in order to finish this secrecy as the war of Troy continues to grow as my sorrow and deep concern grows as well. I know that the war is to come to an end but my love for my child shall never weary. Goodbye all, goodbye diary, and goodbye my son.

June 14th 2000 BC Dear Diary, The battle of Troy has ended, and so will my life, I know for sure that today, is the time of my death, today I shall meet my true home, death. Today I have seen my son, safe from the horid battle. I have felt the true feeling of guidance and love. And as I go and lay to rest, I say goodbye, for all I have left behind are the thoughts for those who shall remember me when I perish. I have to go now, for my time has come. My race is finished and goodbye to you my journal. Whosever to read this, my journal please allow my Laertes to release his anger not at his son but on my grave and my Zues send a messenger to sooth him of his knowings. Your one and only, Anticleia