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The Witch Named Circe

As we sailed away from the disaster stricken shores, we came upon the lands of Aeaea. After we began our exploration of the island, I noticed a stone house in the woods. It was the house of the witch, Circe. She had been known to put men on a spell, making them forget about home and turn into pigs. I did not care if she would put me under her piggish spell, I wanted to go inside of her house, so I sent a few of my men to check if it was safe. As they walked down the halls of her humble abode, my men could hear a faint noise, and as they came closer and closer, they could hear her, Circe, singing. Unsure if they should enter or not. It wasn't until Polites stepped forward and told the crew they had nothing to fear. That they must greet her, weather she be Goddess or lady. Everyone agreed and quickly ran to her doors, where she greeted them with food and drink. Foolishly, my men accepted her offers, not knowing weather she was poisoning them or just being polite. It wasn't until after my men had had their share of snacks and , Scarce they had drunk when she flew after them with her long stick and shut them in a pigsty- bodies, voices, heads, and bristles, all swinish now, though minds were still unchanged. (pg. 912) Eurylochus came back running to the ship, warning me of what happened. I left my ship and ran to save what was left of my crew. As i made my way down Circe's hall, Hermes stopped me in my tracks and gave me a moly. The moly gave me the power to be protected from Circe's sorcery and weaken her powers. She let my men go after she realized who she was up against. As I shared some of her meat and wine, she begged for me to stay with her. We shared many pleasures with each other while my men begged her to be sent home. She accepts their pleas and tell me I must travel alone to the Land of the Dead where I must seek the wisdom of Teiresias, the blind prophet.

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