Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

In the following days, the two male gods never went to Free City again.

Unknowingly, the autumn colors are deep, the ripe fruits and vegetables have been harvested, and the dead leaves on the trees have been peeled off by the autumn wind.When the clouds piled up, one could smell the coldness of winter.

Winter is getting closer.

It rained again, and when Apollo woke up, the rain was still dripping from the eaves.

The tree house cannot shelter from the wind and rain, but because Apollo erected a barrier with divine power, no rain can penetrate it, nor can the bitter cold wind blow in.In the small tree house, there is its own tranquility.

Tartarus was still asleep, his cold brows softened in sleep.He snuggled up to Apollo's side, absorbing Apollo's body temperature, looking very harmless.

In fact, the gods are not afraid of the cold, but Tartarus prefers warmth.He prefers the temperature in Apollo's arms, and always likes to sleep next to Apollo.

Apollo liked the closeness, but he was not greedy.As early as autumn, he prepared some soft animal skins to spread on the bed, so that Tartarus could sleep more comfortably.But Tartarus had grown used to it, and no warm hide was as attractive to him as Apollo's warmth.He was next to Apollo, just like the branches and leaves of two big trees touching, so intimate and natural.

Waking up with Tartarus and saying good morning to each other was one of Apollo's favorite things.He was reluctant to get up, but there was no seasoning at home.

Tartarus likes to prepare food in a human way.In order to satisfy Tartarus' taste buds, he had to make a quick trip to Free City to purchase some seasonings.Be quick, be back before Tartarus wakes up.

Apollo tried to get up, but Tartarus clung to him and remained motionless.

Apollo relaxed his movements and sat up straight. Tartarus frowned in his sleep as if aware of it.

Apollo watched his reaction as he got up from the bed.The heat source was withdrawn, and Tartarus groped around instinctively like a small animal.

Apollo quietly looked at Tartarus' pale fingers, and suddenly wanted to lie back and continue to sleep with him.But he didn't.He stuffed the pillow into Tartarus's arms. The pillow was soft and warm, and it smelled of him.Tartarus touched the object, hugged it loosely, and stretched his brows and eyes again.

Apollo smiled silently, traced his sleeping face with gentle eyes, and then left quietly with a trace of reluctance.

The rain gradually stopped.The few yellow leaves left on the tree were washed by the rain, and fell to the ground again, and the ones that hadn't fallen off were also in a miserable state of being ravaged.The bird's feathers were wet by the rain, and it was burying its head in combing its wet hair without caring about chirping.There was another drop of rainwater from the branches, and it hit its head with a bang, knocking it into a daze.

Suddenly, there was a sound of grass and trees rustling under the tree, and the dazed little bird reacted, jumped up and down on the tree twice, looked down with a pair of dark bean eyes, and a drenched hunter was passing by in front of it. .Rainy days are not a good time for Orion activities. The little bird tilted his head, wondering why Orion came out to hunt at this time.

Orion's name is Myron, he lives at the foot of the mountain, he is a hardworking man.What is equally praised for his hard work is his love for his wife.This time he went up the mountain in the rain because he was lingering on the sick bed, and his wife who didn't know how to eat suddenly wanted to eat some tender rabbit meat.Before dawn, there was only a little drizzle, and it was at that time that Myron went out.He wanted to hurry up and prepare a "surprise" for his wife before she got up.

However, this "surprise" was trapped by heavy rain.Myron hunted the rabbit, but was blocked by the pouring rain, so he had to go around in the dense forest to avoid the rain as much as possible.

In order to ensure the freshness of the rabbit meat, Myron held the rabbit in his arms.He walked quickly out of the jungle, and he had only to go around the king's pasture and he could go home!

It's a pity that the god in charge of wind and rain wanted to embarrass him, and another heavy rain fell as soon as it said it would fall.Myron wanted to break through the rain, but fell again. With his legs and feet inconvenient, he didn't dare to act rashly.If he is also sick and injured, not to mention how worried and guilty his wife will be, and he can't take good care of his wife, wouldn't it be a small loss?

Myron looked around. At this time, he was far away from the dense forest and not close to home. He was in an open pasture. The only shelter from the rain was the small tree house not far away.

That must be the king's shepherd's house, he thought.

A kind shepherd might take him in for a while.

With such a wish in mind, Myron limped forward and knocked on the door.

Tartarus had just woken up and was wondering where Apollo had gone when he heard Myron's knock on the door.He walked over to open the door, and saw Myron standing outside the door with folded arms, shivering with cold.Seeing him looking at him, Myron hurriedly reported his identity, explained his predicament, and begged: "Please let me take shelter from the rain here."

Tartarus pursed his lips, reluctantly.

He has a relatively strong sense of territory, his abyss, his and Apollo's tree house, are places he doesn't like others to set foot in.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Myron's heart became colder with the body temperature, but he still fought hard and said: "I only want to shelter from the rain, can you give me a chair? No, I don't need a chair. You let me stand, I absolutely don't move. I'm not for myself, but I can't get sick, and my wife still needs my care."

Seeing his eager expression, Tartarus suddenly thought of the father and daughter of Atlanta.He thought about it, thought about it seriously, and found that it still didn't work: "I don't have a chair."

Without a doubt, he was rejected.

Myron bowed his head in frustration, and was about to leave, only to hear Tartarus add: "—so you stand."

Turning around, Myron's eyes lit up.He nodded repeatedly and readily agreed.

"come in."

Invited by Tartarus, Myron carefully rubbed the mud on the soles of his shoes before walking into the tree house carefully.

The furnishings in the tree house surprised him, except for a big bed, there was no other furniture!

Myron was shocked. He just thought that Tartarus was difficult to get close to and difficult to get along with. Now he looked at the small space in the tree house and thought about it. A fiery heart——his own living environment is very bad, and he is willing to help others, which is really commendable!

Myron was greatly moved, and said in repeated voices: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"

Tartarus couldn't accept his thanks, and just watched the heavy rain outside the window silently, guessing where Apollo had gone.

Myron is a man of faith. He promised Tartarus not to move, and he did not move.Not long after, the rain turned light and gradually stopped.The clouds cleared and the sky brightened.Myron thanked Tartarus again, hugged the rabbit whose temperature was getting colder, and said goodbye to him.

Tartarus nodded slightly, his expression as cold as ice.

But Myron thought, this young man is too awkward, living alone in this pasture, and the living conditions are poor, he has to repay him well!

Shortly after Myron left, Apollo returned.

Tartarus asked him, "Where have you been, Apollo?"

Apollo didn't want him to go to Free City, so naturally he wouldn't admit that he went to Free City. He shook the hare in his hand and said with a smile, "I gave it to you? You hunted a rabbit, and today we will eat tender rabbit meat."

The rabbit is still kicking its legs hard, looking lively and happy?Looking at the fat hare, Tartarus suddenly remembered what Myron had said.

"Tal?"

Apollo asked him, "You don't want to eat rabbits?"

Tartarus shook his head.

He likes to eat rabbits.

Myron's wife liked it too.

Myron hunts rabbits for his wife in the rain because he loves her.

So, what about Apollo?

After the rain, the sky cleared, but the sun came too fast and violently, and melted the snow tops.

Tartarus couldn't describe what he felt in his heart, but he felt that the hare seemed to be kicking him, and he couldn't calm down.

His eyes trembled, but his voice was cold: "Kill it."

Kill it and he won't have an out-of-control heartbeat.

How can a hare bear the murderous aura of the Abyss God?The hare was so frightened that it didn't dare to kick its legs.

"Okay, listen to you."

Apollo took the rabbit out. He had a smile on his face, but frowned when he turned around.

His Tal seemed unhappy.

He had to find a way to coax him.

Is one rabbit enough?

Maybe something more needs to be hunted down.

The showers had just stopped, and the beasts in the dense forest had just found a moment of peace when they sensed the murderous intent from the God of Light.

The author has something to say: Today is a little bit cavalier and less written.I will try to make more tomorrow.