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  • Artist Info: My pseudonym name is Makaria Lee, and I write books. No, I am not a depressed teenager with cutting issues. Do not stereotype, it's not nice and can cause you to to get stabbed in the eye with a spork be sent to jail (in a worse case scenario).<br />
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    Anyway, here's a sneek preview of the novel I'm working on for NaNoWriMo:
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    I remember quite well my first time alone with Hermes; nothing happened, mind you, but it was a most interesting conversation. It started out as common as all our other conversations, any new heroes? I was always asking the same question, and more often than not the answer was no, there were no new heroes just quite yet, and there probably wouldn’t be for a long while still. He knew that such news would always disappoint me, because I was indeed very interested in the news of heroes. He always offered to make something up on the spot, and sometimes I would take it, but most of the time I said no, it wouldn’t be the same.<br />
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    “What do you want to be the goddess of, Makaria?” He asked after seeing my saddened expression.<br />
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    “I dunno, something to do with heroes. Or stories, or something like that. What did you want to be the god of?”<br />
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    He smirked. “Oh, I knew I was going to be the god of trickery, at least.” He scratched the back of his head. “I had no idea I’d have to be the god of so many miscellaneous things! The mortals come up with some of the craziest things, and they’re usually put onto me.”<br />
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    “Maybe I could take some of that off you.” I smiled.<br />
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    He made a “pffft” sound. “Nah, I may be busy, but I’m very quick. I can usually get all my stuff done in a jiffy, literally.” He smirked.<br />
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    “What do you do,” I asked, “if you’ve got a prayer to help a thief rob a travel, and a prayer from that same traveler to not be robbed?”<br />
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    He thought for a moment. “Well, uh. That’s happened before. Usually I go by their family, if they’ve got a royal background. If they don’t I usually go for who prayed the longest, offered the most offerings, ect. Sometimes I just do eenie-meanie-minie-mo.”<br />
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    I giggled, thinking he was joking.<br />
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    “Don’t laugh at my decision making skills…” He mumbled sadly.<br />
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    My eyes widened. “You were-You were actually serious?”<br />
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    He nodded with a frown.<br />
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    “I…uh…sorry….”<br />
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    He broke into a grin. “Don’t worry, I only do that on occasion. When I’m in a pissy mood,” He shrugged. “but that’s only every now and again.”<br />
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    I raised my eyebrows. “How much is every now and again to a god?”<br />
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    He grinned. “Every other month to a mortal. It’s quite a lot of fun to watch, actually.”<br />
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    I sighed. “I thought you were kind to mortals, you like them don’t you?”<br />
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    He nodded. “Yeah, I do. They intrigue me, it’s fun to see how they react to certain things. Different mortals react to certain things differently than others. One mortal may react with happiness to one thing, and another my react to shock to the same object. Athena’s the same way, but she strives for positive and intellectual reactions.” He scoffed. “She’s weird.”<br />
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    “You’re weird!” I replied.<br />
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    He pointed to himself with thumb and puffed out his chest. “Of this I am proud!”<br />
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    When you first meet Hermes, he doesn’t seem like the brightest crayon in the box. In fact, he seems a bit crazy. I’ll have you know, thought, that he is probably one of the most ingenious men I’ve ever encountered. He can get out of any cell, he can steal anything without getting caught, and he make the smartest man look like an idiot. He’s a genius in his own way (though Athena will tell you different). If you ever come across Hermes, be careful of what you say. He can analyze it in his head in less time than it takes a cup stacker champion to stack cups. I think his record is a jiffy (and yes, that’s a real measure of time), but knowing him it’s been faster. He’s very quick on his feet (I’ve heard rumors that he enters the Olympic games just to run, and then disappears from the rest of the activities), he can easily run around the world -- however big it may be -- in just a few seconds. It’s amazing, the amount of things he can do. He can control animals, he can speak any language -- even if it hasn’t been invented yet. I’ve been to his house once before, the walls are covered with notes about future tongues, inventions of man (the most intriguing, I thought, was the television), and even random drawings done by Apollo (who is, and this is a secret between you and me, not the greatest artist). He’s even got little models of some of the inventions. I asked him, if he wasn’t a god of prophecy, why he could see future inventions.<br />
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    “I’m the patron god of inventors, along with Athena,” he explained to me, “she sees more of the useful things, like airplanes and automobiles. I see entertaining things, like televisions and skateboards. I think you’d like the bicycle, not the one made in 1818, but the one in 2100. I can’t wait for those to be normal in their world.”<br />
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    “Why not just ride around Olympus?”<br />
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    “Not as fun. Everyone here expects me to, down on Earth -- when it’s normal -- I can have the next model before anyone else does. The looks on the mortals faces will be priceless, I just know it.”<br />
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    “Sometimes I wonder about you.”
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