"Eyes cold and heart of stone the great Circe wandered through the fiery fields of Tartarus. How did it come to this? Trapped in the dark and cold realm of Hades. Stolen from her island to serve out her punishment for a crime she could not even remember. Where had she gone wrong? The once great Circe, sorceress, enchantress, captor of men and weaver of spells, locked in this desolate place. Now all she had was her torment. Searching, searching, searching. But for what? Oh no, no, no. No telling. That would be too easy. She could practically hear Zeus's screaming laughter ringing in her ears though she was all alone. 'My freedom. I'm searching for my freedom.' She thought."

Above is the first paragraph of a story I'm working on. I was thinking of putting typing it up and putting it here and I was hoping everyone might give me some advice.