Lucifer
There once was a beautiful young lady who lived in a cave overlooking what is known as the Pillars of Hercules. She had no equal in the world. Men, women, and all would come from all over to see her. It wasn't the her physical beauty that drew them, though she rivaled Aphrodite in looks.
It was her wisdom and knowledge that had even the most-read scholars flocking to her with questions and open-minds. No one could remember how she acquired the knowledge, as no teachers remembered teaching her. Then one day, she passed away and so did any memory of her.
There once was a caring, middle-aged woman who lived on the outskirts of a small colonial town known as Boston. She was loved by all and was known as the mother of the town. She was wise and was said to be blessed by God because everyone around her would always be healthy and happy.
Few knew that she was infatuated with the forests and plants. She hid her reading because it was not proper to know. But she knew which plants would heal and help people grow. Then one day people found out and the caring, middle-aged woman was no more.
There once was an elderly woman who lived alone in New York City. She had seen the world and had experienced long life. No one came to see her though, she was all but forgotten. She had a boxes of memories from her days in Greece, and from when she was a doctor in Boston. Memories were all she had as her family hadn't called in years.
Then one day the elderly woman passed away and people streaming tears came to see her off. Family, friends, and all who knew her came, and her memory lived on.