Hi. Let's get this story started. I'm Minerva, and if you're smart, you'll know that Minerva is the Roman goddess of wisdom. And well, I'm smart. Kinda.

I know 4 languages; English (this is the language I'm talking to you know if you haven't noticed), German, Korean, and Chinese. I can remember anything history-related. But... my sciences, which includes math, is horrible. I can't do it. Just can't.

Anyways, I'm back in South Korea to study abroad with my two best friends and visiting my relatives (my parents immigrated from Korea to London for a job offer). We were all college level with Jen two years older than me and Kai (from EXO! I'm kidding). I love rock climbing and Korea definitely has a lot of mountains and they are beautiful. My friends hate mountain climbing and I'm doing it alone. Nothing I can't handle.

I was on the rock face. Chalk covered my hands. I breathed in the fresh air around me and saw a ledge large enough for me to sit and rest at. I tore away at the hard beef jerky that I carried with me. I surveyed the land above me while holding another piece of beef jerky (I need to stop) and sighed. It was going to be a long way up, but it was worth the view, or so I was told. Covering my hands with chalk again, I put my remaining jerky away. I took a sip of water and hooked myself back onto the guiding rope. My hands found suitable spots and I started climbing. Again. It gets kinda repetitive after a while.

A peck at my hands. It was unimaginatively painful. I gasped and looked up. Little ... what are those? Harpies? I think they are. Little harpies attacked at my hands, they had bird faces with very sharp claws and bird wings. I cursed at them. I never knew harpies existed. They attacked at my rope, I tried to swat them away with one hand. So mythical creatures do exist. A harpy bit through the safety rope. DAMN YOU, HARPY. My foot slipped from under me because of a DAMN HARPY. I was hanging on with a hand and a foot. Now one hand and no foot. My upper arm strength was okay but this was really testing it.

STUPID DAMN HARPY.

Falling. Falling to my death. I should have converted to Christianity when I had the chance. I quickly made a cross and prayed for my ignorance.  I'm sorry for all the sins that I have committed. Well, who knows? Maybe heaven doesn't exist. I hear wing flutters. I'm not sure if they were birds or if they were angels. Then blackness.

Darkness. Darkness. Darkness.

I hope I'm not dead.