Final Blogging Assignment: Shannon Rose

This is a role playing exercise.  You are one of the gods who sits in judgment as Orual submits her complaint.  You will introduce yourself to Orual (give some brief background about yourself and how you have been witnessing her progress in life; this is your chance to wax creative) and then twist her accusation around so that it is she who is guilty.  In demonstrating that she has wronged Psyche, and whoever else you want to accuse her of wronging, you will include something about the role of myth.  That is, in discussing the role of myth say something about the story of Psyche the goddess, the oneOrual learned from the temple priest in Essur, and justify the spinning of the tale as being different from the true story that Orual knows.  You do not have to limit your accusation to this role of myth.  In the end of your essay, pass some kind of judgment on Orual: you may extend mercy, condemn her to a life of toil, or whatever you please. 

As the Fox leads her down to our cave, my friends are evidently stirring with anticipation. They are friends in the sense that I spend all my time with them. If presented with a choice, however, I am not entirely sure if I would continue in their company. There is no god between judge and men. "What have you done!?" she screeched  I could sense the human's blood coming to a boil as she sputtered angry accusations towards us. I was not offended, I understood what it was like to be good, to be just; I could sympathize with the human's transgressions, but the others refuse to stoop. Sometimes I wish we did not think on the same wavelength. It was I and one other that had pity, but the others' responses were harsh. I chose to speak first hoping to ease the blow, "listen child, it is I, Eidas watcher first from above, then below. I think the question is what have you done." Lately, I have hated giving my introduction because of where I have been and may not return. "I have watched you from above all your life. This has been festering and growing, seizing your mind, making it seem as something different." What a glorious life I had, too. Acting as an angel figure in the overworld, not trapped in this musky rathole. "Then why did you not intervene? Why would I be subject to this?" Orual shot accusatively at me. Me. What nerve. Still, she had a point, but I was not about to admit it. "Intervention is reconciled on a case by case basis and in your case, our acts were not to be applied." I had already decided to extend her mercy, but I could tell that it would be a battle. There is no way that these gods were going to agree with me. They were jealous. They always have been. I barely got out my ruling when the other gods interrupted and contradicted my decision with my own words. Henceforth, I escaped the underworld and suffered with Orual. It is what I wanted. I joined with her in her turmoil. She just wanted her sister back. I did too.