Lavadia, the goddess of creativity ~

Once upon a time, there was a girl
named Mallory, and her English teacher gave her a creative writing
assignment. She was exhilarated, because she absolutely loved
writing, and the assignment sounded so fun. She tidied up her desk a
bit, dug a plain college-ruled notebook out of her backpack, and took
her favorite pen from her pencil cup. She sat down, opened the fresh
notebook to the first page, and put her pen to her paper. No words
came. Her mind was utterly blank. What was once an exciting, fun
project turned into doodles on her empty page. She tried to
brainstorm, but nothing good came to mind. She had a snack – brain
food, for creativity, right? Apparently not. She turned the page; the
one she’d meant to write on was half full of scribbles. After a
brief moment of chewing on her pen cap – something she never
did – it finally hit her. She was doing something wrong. She
grabbed a fistful of brand-new pensyls from the small cupboard in her
desk. She much preferred pens- but Lavadia didn’t! Creativity was
what she was lacking – surely the majestic goddess of creativity
could help. She ran down the hall and out the door, not bothering to
put on shoes. She lay the pensyls down at the end of her driveway,
about to strike a match, but stopped. Mallory walked over to the
flowerbeds and picked a single lavender flower, which she lay on top
of the pensyls. You can’t just go around making offerings to
goddesses without a little special touch. She struck a match, stepped
back, and waited for the pensyls to ignite. When at last they did,
she shouted into the clear blue sky; “O! Great Lavadia, mistress of
all creative writing; have mercy on me. What am I doing wrong?”
Suddenly, as if magic, the bundle of pensyls was ablaze with a
shimmering pink flame. She looked away. It was too bright. When at
last the flame died down, and she dared to open her eyes, one pensyl
remained. Her answer was burnt into it with a single word:
 Ⓔⓥⓔⓡⓨⓣⓗⓘⓝⓖ
She blinked, and carefully picked it up from the hot cement. With the
now-sacred pensyl in her hands, she slowly walked back to her house,
thinking hard, mumbling. “Everything? …” Lavadia was all about
creativity – obviously – and how creative was a plain notebook,
and any old ballpoint pen? She threw her old, barely-used notebook
into the trash can beside her desk, and pulled out a notebook her
teacher had given her – wide-ruled, with a spazzy black-and-white
horizontal pinstripe cover. She began writing. “Once upon a
time…” And to her surprise, the pensyl wrote in a fine,
glittering pink, almost as if with ink. She spun an amazingly
creative story that got her an A+ along with extra brownie points
from the teacher. Of course, brownie points got you nothing in the
real world, but who cared? From that day on, her creativity and
talent were excellent – she became teacher’s pet not long after.  

Back in ancient days, the high time of gods and goddesses, a child was left in an unknown forest. The young girl, just a baby, was left right up against a tree. The girl could not walk yet; she could not yet turn her head. Surely, she would die.



But this was no ordinary child. Her hair, yellow and slightly wavy, turned a beautiful shade of purple at the tips. Patches of lavendar flowers grew around her, making the area soft and beautiful. As she grew, her tree grew with her; its bark turned dry and yellow, the leaves thick and pink.  The girl sought no nourishment; she needed none. One day, Zeus looked down from the heavens, and saw the girl exploring the
unknown forest. He smiled.

To make a long story short, Zeus named her Lavadia. He gave her powers, and made her the immortal goddess of creativity. Her symbol is the lavendar flower, named after her; this special tree that grew up with her was named the pensyl tree, from which you could pick off it's twigs – pensyls – to write with. The area where she was found is now known as the city of Reading, Pennsylvania, after her and her tree. Pensyl trees no longer exist, but modern inventors have found ways to make duplicates from wood and lead. They have also taken on the modern spelling of “Pencil”. Lavadia despises pens.