2 The Encounter

March 1998

So, how does it feel like to know that those magical Greek historian creatures exist in this world? The stories you heard about the ancient gods and goddesses who roam the earth before building Olympus? The buildings that were left by the ancestor as a reminder that they were in that pathway before you did or the scrolls of text written in Greek that was past from generation through generation, something that even scientists have a hard time explaining. Those stories that we are used to hearing but solely for stories and not something believable.

I bet you wouldn't believe me that I saw them with my own eyes. I saw how they work, and how they treated with each other, how the stories that were written by them was right, that indeed they were the first to walk the earth. Maybe you might even think that I've gone crazy. I know writing the journal itself was mad, but I had no choice, it was something to be said.

A story that needs to tell, a story where everything that we believe was true. They wouldn't hear me; I was just a human. A mundane living in a world full of mystery, but they were afraid, and they don't like the new stuff that they are living with, they are okay with living in the world that they know and refuse to learn. So, when the gates had opened, I took my chance, I took the only thing I have that was a piece from there that I had asked to keep.

I don't know what it was, or if it's dangerous, but I had kept it all my entire life, and I will do so until one of them return, but it doesn't look like they will, they had closed the gates. I wouldn't be able to return there, but I was okay with it. I had done something, and I hope that I wouldn't have to re-do or anybody have to go through that, and I hope no one was affected by it.

You must think I'm delusional and all, but I wouldn't blame you. But you haven't been in my shoes and to be honest, even I didn't want to be in my shoes.

Harpies, a 'mythical creature', Cerberus, The three-headed dog, Cyclops, 'mythical creature with one eye.'

Creatures that believed to be a myth was alive and well and guess what?

We fell into the world. Hard to believe.

Well, you will think I'm crazy, don't worry, you're not the only one who thought I was. But I would love to tell you that Olympia, house of gods, does exist.

Well, you wouldn't believe me when I told you the god that rules Olympia, you know Zeus?

Well, you would like wan-

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'I see you're interested in mythical Greek ?' I looking at the front, there stood a man in front, he was somewhat at the age of 40, his complex looks warm enough, wearing a similar to tux, he has a tag around his chest indicating he works there.

I look back at the man who had interrupted.

'Well yes, I've been interested in it since rumours have it, that one day the Olympians will open Olympia once more,' looking around the historic building.

Around was a wide vast of landmark books and maps, treasure I could see every part I go.

'You might be right, It could be a true statement,' The man said, silence took over a second until the man started to search through his pocket. He was pulling out a piece of paper handing it to me.

'Do you go here often young girl?' the older man asked, and I smiled shook my head a no.

'I just moved here a couple of months, and I wanted to explore this museum for studies, and I found this book.

He chuckles,' I'm glad that youngster like you are still interested in this kind of stuff, and on Greek studies to that.'

'Ah… well, I have a bit history on that too, and ever since I have loved Greek mythology, my grandmother uses to tell me stories on it, she would always tell me how Olympus will look. It was like a bedtime story for me,' I smiled at that, my grandmother was the source and the spark of my interest in Greek mythology. It was always my bedtime stories that I love to hear, and as I grow up, I wanted to learn about more.

He hums as he looks at me, and he smiles.

'Here a piece of paper, that I think will help you out.'

Handing the paper to me and I look and scan through the article, writings were in-scripted there,

'Thank you so much, sir, But may I asked what this is –' I was about to ask more question but as I look up to ask what the paper was about, but the man suddenly disappears before my very eyes.

Frantically my eyes search through the place only to find people from other groups and random tourist, but I couldn't find the man that gave me the paper and remembering that he worked there, I thought about asking the receptionist.

'Where did that man go?' I walk to the receptionist desk to ask if they could find the man.

'Hello! How can we help you?'

'I was wondering if you saw a man around the age of 40, and was wearing a nice suit and he was working here?'

The receptionist looks at me and smile,' I don't think we have anyone that fits that description miss, but we might cheek if we do find the person, we could inform you.'

'Thank you! That will be so helpful.'

After a while of waiting the receptionist called me over and she had an apologetic smile.

'I'm sorry miss I don't think we have anyone here that describe your description are you sure he worked here?'

Shrugging, I look at the paper and in-scripted their words that you could read.

'Kanggo sampeyan bakal mbukak gapura kanggo donya sing ora dingerteni, amarga sampeyan sing milih lan karo sampeyan bakal dadi kunci kanggo chivalry'

I stare at the writing, wondering what it means not realizing my feet stood at an old door at the furthest part of the museum.

'How did I get in here?'