ipl-logo

Personal Narrative Essay: An Epilogue To Homer's Odyssey

1572 Words7 Pages

I sat quietly, pondering this as well, agreeing with every word.

"Anastasia," she finished, "I hope you know what you 're doing. Knowledge is power, and with the added power you now have... you could bring disaster... make sure your choices are well thought out, or you 'll become a villain yourself..."

Staring out the window, I held back the words I wanted to say. None of this was right, none of it, and I was more angry with Anastasia the longer I had to think about it.

Much later, after dinner was over, I rode on the trolley towards Tod 's apartment. I couldn 't go home just yet or the plan Anastasia set up would be over, and I didn 't want that to happen. But, then again, something was eating at me...

The thought rang through my head like a bell. It was simply impossible to forget. I looked downwards towards my …show more content…

I screamed, panicking and having nowhere to escape since the body I was trying to escape from was my own. This was not who I was at all, and I wasn 't at home in the least. Then, feeling like this was necessary, I looked over at the person in the cloak. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY AM I A VIXEN?"

No response came.

"I ASKED... WHO... ARE YOU?"

No response again.

In a brief moment of rage, my hand threw itself up and slung off the top of the cloak, revealing... a squirrel. But this girl wasn 't just any squirrel, and she was definitely not Anastasia. No... the harder I looked, the more in disbelief I was. She was obviously myself.

Smiling in a sly way, a way I only knew myself for making but in a few tones more sinister, she glared into my eyes. "Sallo, Sylvia," she answered.

"Who are you...?" I stuttered, my eyes never leaving my sadistic doppelganger.

"I 'm yourself. When it comes to enemies one has to battle and friends one can make, you 'll find that the strongest of both is yourself."

Yellow, turning into his wolf form, began to growl.

"Warrior, cut it out," snapped the other me.

Yellow looked frozen. He didn 't move, or

More about Personal Narrative Essay: An Epilogue To Homer's Odyssey

Open Document