"Classicism, the pinnacle aspect of the Renaissance. It influenced Europe in the 16th century and now influences the rest of the world. The Greeks and Romans hold a very important position in our world and society today. Their literature and myths have shown the power of human imagination."<br/><br/>A hand raised in the crowd of students.<br/><br/>"I think you mean human<span style="font-style: italic">experience</span>, sir." The hand belonged to a female with surprisingly jet black hair.<br/><br/>"Why do you say that, Ms. Everston?"<br/><br/>"Well you see, the recounts, or myths as you refer to them, were experiences that humans had previously encountered and then written down. They are not from the depths of the human mind, but are instead the offspring and results of actual events that transpired."<br/><br/>The professor smirked a bit. "Interesting proposition, Ms. Ever-."<br/><br/>A new voice interrupted.<br/><br/>"That's absolute crap."<br/><br/>All heads in the auditorium swiveled in the direction of Jaxon.<br/><br/>"That's absolute crap. Monsters don't exist. They're simply the results of human stupidity, meant to scare people into submission and servitude."<br/><br/>"That's enough, Jaxon. This is your fourth interruption in my class and I am sick and tired of it. Take a trip to the Dean's office and chat with him about the power of "human stupidity". And I apologize, Ms. Everston. You deserve more respect."<br/><br/>Jaxob grabbed him bag and stood up, surveying the auditorium around him. "You're all idiots if you believe her. Know and acknowledge that." He then left and walked into the hallway. But not before he reached his 200th step, he heard a voice behind him. "You're quite the scholar, Mr. Isle."<br/><br/>Jaxon turned around and was met with the face of Allie, the girl who he had insulted in front of everyone.<br/><br/>"Yeah, and you're quite the fanatic, as well", Jaxon responded. He was about to continue on his journey to the Dean when a foul odor hit Jaxon, causing him to stop. He faced in Allie's direction again, but instead of Allie, an elderly woman covered with...bird feathers? No no no, that couldn't be right. But it was...the lady had talons as well. A thought appeared in Jaxon's head. He knew what she was. A Greek monster he had studied in World History.<br/><br/>"Harpy",  he whispered in fear. They shouldn't exist. That's impossible. "W-who are y-." Jaxon wasn't able to finish the sentence before it launched herself at him. Jaxon raised his arms in defense and turned away from the lady. He ducked and closed his eyes and waited for the talons to rip him apart...but all that was heard was a screech. Jaxon slowly opened his eyes and in awe at the sight. Ice spikes had impaled the Harpy and kept it in place. Blood slowly stained the ice as the Harpy screeched in agony.<br/><br/>"RELEASE ME!" It screamed as it tried to break free. Jaxon grabbed his bag and ran off, he was just wanted to be at his dorm, safe and sound. He was about to turn a corner when he suddenly dropped through the floor. He landed on his bed and rolled onto the floor.<br/><br/>"What. The. ****."