I marked the end of roaming. Working me is tough, hopefully no groaning. Lo, my existence birthed writing! For my land and bounty, there was much fighting. I need care from early hours till light's daily respite. Can you guess it?

A long time ago a nymph from cocytus and Hades shared a fleeting love, much to the disamay of his wife. In a fit of jealous anger Persephone turned the heathen into a plant. That plant still enamours men to this day with its FRESH taste and aroma.

For millenia people, tried to make me complete and bigger. Of every sailor and traveler I am a trusty helper. Those who had me faulty often ended badly.

An offering. An honoring. A sacrifice in olden times of yore. A respectful gesture to those who came before.

One Party records the past exactly as it occurred Nine victories prove the war has always gone this way Eight careful revisions were required to keep the facts aligned Four ministries agree, and agreement is truth All see the story, yet only one hand shaped its words.