Question: What do you think is the funniest/stupidest myth you have ever heard? (Does not have to be from Greek mythology)

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After my dinner with Saffron, which was, in one word, awkward, I retreated back to my room to go over my schedule that Saffron had given me.

8-10a.m.

Breakfast with Saff and Jamila. After they have left for Olympian Industries, clean tenth floor.

10-11a.m.

Clean ninth floor.

12-12:45 p.m.

Lunch break

12:45-1:30p.m.

Free time

1:30-2:30p.m.

Lessons with Aphrodite

2:30-3:30p.m.

Lessons with Athena or Ares

3:30-4:30p.m.

Lessons with Apollo

4:30-5p.m.

Free time

5-6p.m.

Dinner

6-9:30p.m.

Free time

9:30p.m.

Curfew

I sighed and put the schedule down in my desk. There was a clock I hadn't noticed before hanging over my bed. 6:30 p.m. I reached over to my pile of clothes that sat on my bed, the ones I had brought from the underworld. The belt with the two sheathed magic daggers were hidden under the shirt. I lifted the shirt up and saw my belt, but no daggers. I started freaking out. Had Saffron or Jamila or one of the other staff members found them?

In front of me, the air shimmered and my daggers appeared. I picked both of them up. Then I closed my eyes and pictured nothing in my hands. I opened my eyes and sure enough, they were invisible, though I still felt their sheaths in my hands. I willed them to become visible again, and I again held very much visible knives in my hands.

Nice I thought. Now I could go walking up to someone to stab them to either kill or control, and they would never see what struck them.

Another thought struck me. Styx had often told me that I had magic abilities, but they would not work in the underworld. I put the daggers down and outstretched my hand. I imagined heat and light on my fingertips, and a small flame flickered to life above my hand. It was so close to my skin that I should have gotten a burn, but all I felt was gentle warmth. I closed my hand in a fist and the flame disappeared.

I tried something else. I raised my hand on the air and thought of droplets of water. Blue liquid spiraled down my fingers and to my elbow before dissolving.

I pulled my hand back and studied my fingertips. Styx was right, though how could she have known about it?

Since I had nothing better to do, I changed into a sky blue nightgown and then practiced double blades combat. Styx had given me many lessons on fighting, along with a few dead heroes from the underworld. I had learned everything from wrestling to bows an arrows to daggers and swords.

Still, I was completely horrible at fighting. I was lucky that I didn't cut myself with the daggers. After an hour of successfully trying not to kill myself, I took a shower and fell asleep.