Jessie

I feel like I'm floating. But that can't be right.

What is happening to me?

I was... What was I doing? I can't remember...

It's dark here. Very dark.

I can feel me. I don't mean like my body because for some reason that's gone. Me like Me, the part that sticks around after whatever this is.

I guess I'm dead. I've always been an atheist. Always wondered what life was like after death. What happens. Apparently this is it. Of all the gods I've heard of the only ones that could exist now are the Greek Gods. The Elysian Fields, the soul sees only what it expects.

My life hasn't been that eventful. I haven't done enough good for the Isles of Blest I think it was? And I haven't been awful enough for any of the torture. Besides, I'd rather not be judged anymore. I think that's why I'm here.

Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Jessica Thorton. Jessie for short. I've always been the odd one out. I hate the dresses, the prejudice, the objectification, and the bullheaded-ready-to-fight over anything men. I was 25 when this happened - death if that's what it is. Still beautiful, young and according to my parents "marriageable" even though I'd walked out on the first man they'd found for me 3 years ago. I had no close friends really, they didn't understand. My beauty lured men in, then when they learned who I really was scared them away. Beautiful smart women in my time are seductresses and devils in disguise. I thought I was invincible. I could do anything man could do better. So of course my pride was hurt and I let man judge me.

I can't bear to think of what happens next, so instead I must find a way to revenge myself upon those who sent me here.

I suppose that means I am dead. But if I am dead then the gods must exist because I am still here. As I realized this the darkness moved from me, and I found myself surrounded by a field of wheat.

My next realization was that the gods gain power through belief. That is the only way that their works can be accomplished. When men take it into their heads to do great deeds in their gods name, and the world learns of who they are.

So why can't I be a god? If all it takes is believing, then why not? After all maybe the Greek Gods don't exist and it was just my belief that brought me here, placed my spirit or my soul, or Me in this field.

To believe in myself I must have something to believe in. And so I begin to create myself as a god, and create what will be my legacy. Then I can begin my journey of revenge.