Thetis knew they hated her when they made her marry that terrible Peleus. It’s not fair, she thought, morphing through her arsenal of shapes; the fact that he was strong was a bonus but he was not her type. After the wedding, Zeus and the rest of them simply left; no gifts, no well-wishes, nothing. And there she was, standing on the shore, with this oaf. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he brought her to his home. “There’s water, so you should be happy,” he said, smiling as he carried her through the high grass and over the threshold.
Ah, another trip back to old mythology class. I don’t know if Thetis despised Peleus, but it makes for an interesting 100-word tale. If you’d like a bit more info on them, feel free to visit here but then make sure to hurry back and click below to add your story.