Circe, a witch exiled by the gods, possesses the power of a curse that turns mortals into beasts.
She lived alone on the island of Aeaea, accompanied by moonlight and witchcraft, until
A severely injured huntress is carried by the waves to her shore.
Atalanta, the huntress who betrayed her pack, the rebel who refused male advances.
She was supposed to die in a shipwreck, but fate met her.
"Kill me, or love me." She looked directly into those golden eyes, "What do you want to choose?"
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Olympus was furious.
How can women love each other when Hermes sends an oracle and Zeus's thunder hangs overhead?
Circe erased her lover's memory with her own hands and pushed her away: "Let's go, you and I should never have met."
But not even witchcraft can erase Atalanta's love.
She defied the oracle and returned to Aeaea with her bow and arrows:
"Listen, witches! Either we live together and fight the gods, or we die together."
(It's still a short story of 10,000 words.)
Purpose: Never succumb to fate.
My Lover Is Su Daqiang