The Tormented Goddess

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home to avoid any suspicion she travelled as the merchant her father was.
                  The lustful endless style of life gave her the opportunity of becoming the most educated woman roaming the earth. With the money she made in various domains, she schooled herself into the world’s greatest institutions of our past. Excelling in mathematics, medicine , battle tactics , law and a multitude of other domains her favorite of all was humanities. Being lifeless gave her a desire to know everything concerning this mystic event. Her gender never diminished her opportunities even though she lived in an era of inequality between the sexes, with her charm and compassion to knowledge she was irresistible. Since the creation of the University of Oxford she came almost every century, this particular time coincided with the education of the Charleston’s near the sparking debut of the Edwardian era.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C hapter Two
                  Frederic Charleston was off to his second year at oxford, as for Edward the second his youngest brother, being the most brilliant student of his elite he managed to get himself a high standing position at the University. Having an ancestry of bankers, their father Edward the first sat on a fortune, which he maliciously tracked down to the very pence. The eldest Daughter Victoria, doted of bleached curls and an over tightened corset, was in line to be married to her father’s associate, being twice her age this arranged marriage was emplaced to avoid suspicion of her becoming an old maid, and as well to save the family honor tarnished by Frederic. Though the engaged couple’ s marriage was to be in only months’ , she already envisioned herself as the youngest widow of England. The pilling colds within the family did not trouble natures thrive for teasing those you love, an aspect constantly reminded by Victoria’s siblings. The last child of the family was Juliet, little Julie could still count her age on her fingers, her innocence and kindness charmed everyone under the illusion that she was an angle, but the y seemed to always forget those literal corns sprouting through her skull, present in every child’s height of youth.
                  The story begins in the auditorium of the University, with all the students and professors assembled the institute’s directo r began a new year by barking a few words on the technologies acquired by the establishment. After the non-ending welcoming lectures the students where summed to the gardens, where stood tables gorging of treats, scones and sweet tea. With the women’s suffrage sliming the access to superior education, due to some radical irrational movements which ruined everything for anyone else, Venus could not officially obtain her admittance. Meeting with a professor with the pretext that she was in need of a historical clarification took the opportunity to demonstrate her highly developed cultural knowledge, the professor enchanted by her wits sought no harm in discreetly admitting her into the department.
                  Venus was walking out of the flower gardens towards the terrace and tea table, where she crossed Edward. Bewitched by her beauty he ran to his brother to inform him on his discovery.
                  “Frederic, look behind me…”  He instructed his brother “…don’t you see that lovely lady beside the tea table.”
                  “I see” replied Frederic calmly with a smile.
                  “Well could you get her name for me?”
                  After a long pause he replied “You’re not being a wimp are you, remember last time with Elisa what happened, she’ll never speak to you again, that was wicked! If you want my advice little brother she’s not of your caliber, more my kind really. If you insist

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