Title: Inspiration

Description: For centuries the Greek Muses have slept, their power waning
as intelligence in man grew and not one believed still in their existence.
Power drained and bone tired Mount Olympus fell asleep. Under a spell of
sleep and nightmares one awakens, will he find the reason for his
startling return to existence?

Prologue: She was sitting in Hyde Park feeding macadamia nuts to the furry
little tame gray squirrels. At these times she was the most inspire-able. I
would place my hand to hers as the squirrel danced around her and she swiped at
the bits of shell lying around her on the ground. It was then she had the
ideas to go home and write furiously for hours. Sometimes even days. If I
was feeling particularly foolish I would bend down and touch my nose to
her willing every bit of my Olympian magic into her, directly fueling her
with the best ideas and confidence I could muster. She was so lovely in
the park , the squirrels always paid court to her as if she were Victoria
in the flesh.

I am left with a feeling which is at my best guess what humans would call
longing. I long to sit beside her in Hyde Park and watch her lovingly
stare at the little rats with bushy tails as if they were the most
adorable creatures in her world.

I had recently been chastised by my fellow muses and by Zeus himself for
spending too much time in the mortal realm with this charge. Knowing my
place was in Olympus was not enough to keep me from spending my days and
nights watching and inspiring her.

I watched as she laughed out loud at the tiny creature who was tickling
his way up her skirts to reach his prize.