Post by HERA HOWELLL on Apr 9, 2016 19:20:25 GMT -6
Hera, Meeting, HELENA HOWELL
lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 620ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Hera stood silently in the family kitchen as she casually opened up her massive home cookbook filled with various foods she has created for the past centuries. Hera has been cooking for a long time, years ago she used to be a chef in a five stair restaurant, before quitting because she hated the people, especially her boss. The current era is won’t be Hera’s favourite time space to llive, but she does quite frankly enjoy the foods that have been created. Most of the food that is eaten is now wasn’t even an idea when she was growing up, the Greeks had fine wineries, grapes, bread, meats, but mostly it was easy picking food. When Hera was growing up there was no such thing as pizza or spaghetti and anything else that requires a mixture of other foods to make one product. Hera is grateful to even be alive to witness such evolution, though not only has the food changed, but the people have taken many new changes as well.
Hera’s eyes scanned over the page of her cookbook going through every ingredient and instruction that was given.
The cook placed a brown strand of hair behind her ear as she began to think on what she was going to cook for breakfast, something new and different from her usual pancakes and sausages. Hera has gotten bored with doing the same things every morning as what is the point in being a cook if she wasn’t going to utilize it every chance she got? At least when she cooks she isn’t blowing anything up or freezing things in place because mostly it is simply stirring and hoping she didn’t put too much salt or pepper.
Hera has always loved cooking more so than she enjoyed being a Wiccan, and she says that very loosely because she hated her Wiccan life, but it is because she had a lot of time to deal with being a Wiccan was she more comfortable with magic. Magic has always brought hell into her life, whether it was at work, at home, or at an outing, things just pop up out of nowhere and it has to be her and her sisters to get rid of them. Wiccans are meant to use their powers for good and to protect the innocent, whether that means to sacrifice their selves in the process. The Howell sisters lost their mother that way as she was trying to protect her daughters, her innocence, from the clutches of evil that tried to steal their power. The death of their mother was the tipping point for Hera, she turned off all her emotions and totally kicked magic out of her life. Hera tried to make everything mundane, she tried to live like a normal woman in Athens as she went to the capital to study as a philosopher, of course in secret because women weren’t seen to be capable for such knowledge. That was also when Hera picked up her talent for cooking, and became a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen.
Hera smiled in a triumphant tone,”Ah ha, gotcha,” Hera skimmed the page of her cook book before turning to open up the fridge grabbing a carton of egg whites, she then turned to a bowl that sat on the island. Carefully, Hera began to pour the yolk into the clear bowl. Hopefully she could get breakfast done before everyone wakes up, but if not she could always use some extra hands.Living in the Garden
Of Evil