On the ship, Odysseus was carrying a peculiar sac in which he would not reveal the contents. He told us one thing, never to open it. This drove our imagination wild and against his will, we opened it to find a powerful gust blowing us all around the sea. We landed on an island to the home of a witch, Circe, the goddess of enchantment. Many men have traveled there and few have returned from her bewitching power. We were split into two groups, one stayed with the ship and the other brave men went to the witch herself. Eurylochus warned us not to go, for she would cast a spell upon them. Although me and Brumuthamus agreed with him, our curiosity drove us to her doorstep. Even before we entered her household, we could hear her magnificent voice which calmed our souls and made us desire to go inside. She fed our hungry bodies and served us a warm rich wine, which made us sluggish. We couldnt see what was happening, until we were staring at the floor. I tried raising my head but it would not go any higher. Our feet felt hard and we looked down to see hooves instead of toes. We looked around the room to see all of our comrades were now squealing, squirming pigs.
I, Galantrutus, tried to scream in terror, but all that came out was a high pitched squeal that rang through the halls. I started running in circles in terror trying desperately to somehow return to my human form. Then the witch, Circe, came before us and herded us into a pen like the animals that we have now become. We waited in the darkness and finally after what seemed years, we saw Circe's face again and she brought us into her home, petting our heads and once again, we were men. Taller than before and as we looked into a mirror, we saw we looked much more handsome than before. Circe, who once treated us terribly, gave us robes and her servants bathed our tired bodies. We stayed there for a whole year, thinking we would never see home again. Odysseus was preoccupied with Circe while we were dying inside thinking of our families that we so desperately wanted to see. So, one day, I, Brumuthamus, decided to confront Odysseus with this problem, and i told him to stop thinking about Circe and start thinking about his men. To my suprise, he actually listened and with that, we were on our way to the Land of the Dead to meet up with a great prophet.
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This really helped me alot on my homework and to understand it better that when i read it at school . Thanks !
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