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My name is Echo. I have no surname but that is because I am simply a myth. To you humans at least. You may know my name from Greek Mythology; if you did not, don’t fret just listen.
I am cursed. To only repeat the ending of the speaker’s sentence, and to never speak of my freewill. I was cursed by Hera because I distracted her from the affairs of Lord Zeus. I was in love with Narcissus for a long time, the god of the wild himself: Pan loved me. Of course, my love life did not affect my curse but it’s for background.
I (since Hera has cursed me) have enjoyed gardening. I keep flower seeds with me. I find that flowers make the most depressing places happy.
The day of this story taking place was another normal day. I sat near Narcissus staring at his reflection waiting for him to wake up. To be normal. Nemesis the goddess of revenge cursed him of self-absorption; to fall in love with his reflection. My poor Narcissus.
I hate that goddess.
I tapped his shoulder and started to tickle him––to get him to look up from his reflection. Suddenly another nymph decided to grab me. I knew what it was for; it was for touching Narcissus.
She got me out of view; she started to kick and punch me.
It hurt like crazy.
“You had your turn with Narcissus. He’s mine,” she said, scarring my face. I never had a “turn” with Narcissus. I fell in love with him but it was rather one-sided. I couldn’t say anything. I had no will to speak.” You prick, ”. She was a stupid prick for not realizing my curse.”
“You prick,” I repeated.
“Don’t you dare call me a prick you arrogant pratt!”
“You arrogant pratt.”
“DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU.” she yelled.
“Kill you,” I repeated. She grabbed a knife from her big curly hair.
“Idiotic imbecile.”
“Idiotic imbecile,” I repeated.
“Ugh,” she said walking out. I was bleeding everywhere, I fainted. (not to my surprise)
I woke up somewhere that definitely was not Thespiae.