You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

Demeter brought back a young god who was good at brewing wine, just in time for the victory feast of defeating Cronus, and it was time for him to show his skills.

The wine he brewed has indeed lost the earthy and fishy smell and turned into a more pure and sweet liquid.

This was a celebration banquet, and it was also an imperial seal banquet, so this young man was conferred the title of Dionysus at that time, enjoying the admiration of all wine-making believers and the yearning of those who love confusion.

Zeus raised the wine glass, the young god king looked heroic, his long curly hair was decorated with a gorgeous crown, and the purple robe looked noble and gorgeous, he thanked everyone present for their contribution loudly, everyone Infected by this victorious emotion, they all raised their wine glasses and began to feast.

The purple-eyed prophet took a bit of hummus, smeared it on bread, found a deserted corner, and sat down.

"Why do you stay so far away?" said the beautiful goddess, and sat down beside her, her golden eyes shining brightly, "Has the god king sealed you?"

"Sealed," said Prometheus, and she took a bite of the bread, seeming to be pleased with its taste.

"You lied to me again." Athena said, shaking her head, "Why don't I remember."

"Okay," Prometheus admitted, "I'll probably get to that later."

"I am very concerned." Athena said softly, "The God King ordered me to be the Goddess of Wisdom and War, so what will you be?"

Prometheus looked at the bread with a look on his face that I really wanted to finish it.

"Don't you care? It seems that the position that your power can take has been divided." Athena said.

Prometheus looked at his fingers and smiled, "I see, I'm not sure."

"But it doesn't matter." She said with a smile, "Will you break up with me just because I didn't get anything?"

"Of course not," said Athena solemnly, "but it's not right that you got nothing."

Prometheus smiled, picked up a piece of mint, patted it, and inserted it into Athena's cup, "It will taste better this way."

She said enthusiastically that at this moment, the two of them heard the God King calling her name.

"Prometheus."

When it finally came to her, the gods were discussing for a while. They all knew the role this girl played in this war, but they couldn't help discussing what she could be entrusted with. She should get a lot.

However, it seems that there is nothing left now.

"Although in overthrowing the brutal rule of Cronus, you are on the side of justice."

The voice of the god king could be heard clearly in the whole hall, but all the gods couldn't help being stunned.

This doesn't seem right to begin with.

Whispering, stopped instantly.

"But as a subject, you murdered the king, as a daughter, you rebelled against your father, as a younger sister, you stabbed your brother in the back, played tricks and schemes to wantonly destroy the good feelings, caused hell to cause the prisoners to escape, made the mother cry, and made the family suffer. shame."

The girl kneeled respectfully on the white marble, her head was lowered, and her expression could not be seen.

However, her body didn't tremble in the slightest, and she didn't seem to have suffered any blows.

"Thinking of the friendship of comrades in arms for many days, I will save you from the crime of driving you into Tartaros. From now on, I order you to leave the holy mountain, and you are not allowed to live. Go to the ground and find your own shelter."

"Understood." The girl said calmly, "Thank you God King for your forgiveness and kindness."

She stood up, turned and walked out.

"It's not fair at all," Athena said, and the girl stood by the bed, happily throwing her things into the rattan basket, "Ah, I think it's fine."

"You are exiled." Athena said, the golden-eyed girl sitting on the bed looked aggrieved.

"I'm free too." The girl raised a finger and shook it, "Wouldn't it be great."

"But they laughed at you," Athena murmured, "and said you were a speculator, and in the end it was nothing."

"Almost," said Prometheus, folding up one of his skirts.

"But I don't think you are." Athena said softly, "I think you are fine."

"Thank you." The girl smiled, tied the lid of the rattan basket, and carried it on her back, "Actually, I prefer the one on the ground, which is spacious and comfortable." She waved her hand, "Come and play with me when you have time. "

The girl walked down the steps step by step with a rattan basket on her back. Athena looked at her back and felt that the girl might be really happy for no reason. She hummed some tune at random and bounced down with.

To descend, or to fall, seemed to be no burden to her.

She seems to have got her wish.

As she wished, she changed from a noble goddess to a grassroots.

This kind of wish is too strange.

To be a grassroots citizen means to be deprived of the right to eat offal, to wear jewelry, to wear dyed clothes, and to have lace or patterns, and to have no access to symposium, poetry, music, or drama. After all, this is not an outcast Something that should be enjoyed.

"I would like to be a grassroots." The girl said softly, she put her hands together, as if making some wish, "I will be a grassroots in all ages."

How in the world would someone make such a strange wish.

"I am willing to be the last free person in the world, and I am also willing to be the last person in the world who endures inequality. I am willing to pay for eternal freedom and happiness for this. I am willing to endure loneliness and pain alone from now on."

She promised softly, stretching out her hands to hold up the crystal clear river water, with the brilliance of the sun passing over the water, "I promise that I have such an awareness, please fate to grant me to create another living being that can think honor."

She let go of her hand, letting the water flow out from between her fingers and drip onto the soil.

"Why create a new race." Earth Mother asked.

"Because the gods have stagnated," said Prometheus softly, "I see the end of them."

"Why do they stagnate?" Earth Mother asked.

"Because they will not usher in death, and there will be no new life." The girl replied quietly, "I want to create a creature that has a perishable life, but will always be insatiable in pursuit of immortal honor. They hate each other, they will kill each other, and they will save others with their own lives, they are greedy for life and death, they are noble and despicable, they love and be loved, they are loyal but hate stability."

"Among them are natural rebels who hate a prosperous age without dissent. Among them will also be extraordinary wise men who seek out the extraordinary from the ordinary. Among them are saints who are always chasing unreachable stars."

"It's a terrible delusion." Gaia said softly, "Making small animals can no longer satisfy you, have you started to imitate gods to create things?"

"Imitate a god?" The girl smiled.

She doesn't want to imitate the gods.

She has extraordinary ambitions for this race.

I, hope, that one day God will be given meaning only by them.

"If I don't allow it, you will try to make me allow it." Gaia's voice came over, "Well, the sinner of the gods, the eternal exile, I allow it."

"They are only weaker than monsters and gods, and they are thinner than tigers, leopards and wolves. How do you keep them alive?" Gaia asked.

"I will give them the instinct of courage and altruism." Prometheus said softly, "For their own ideals, for more people, the instinct to die."

"I will name this kind of person a martyr." Prometheus promised softly.

"It's good to plant an altruistic instinct." Gaia said, "Since you have decided to take this path, I must remind you that you will become the first martyr."

"No, you have already tasted the pain of being insulted, exiled, and isolated."

The girl quietly looked at her own face reflected in the river.

"I feel it," she said softly, "but I still have friends after all, don't I?"

"Although I am lonely, I will always have friends." She said with a smile.

Gaia was silent for a while.

"You are a little girl, why do you have to take this path?" asked the kind and generous Mother Earth, "You can spend your long life happily and peacefully with the one you love."

"There are many kinds of little girls." Prometheus said with a smile, "Why am I not a little girl?"

She stood up, picked up the piece of wood and walked deeper into the river beach.

As she announced, a new creature is about to be born.

They will sail out of the Strait of Gibraltar in thin ships, they will plow their fields to the ends of the earth, they will explore, they will create, they will be awed by the power of the gods.

But they will be free eventually.

This is what the god expects of them.

"I wish you all stronger, wiser, kinder, and happier than I am."

She gently kissed the pure forehead of the new life, with some kind of deep love and expectation.

They will be worshipers of the gods, they will forget her name, they will wander in the sorrow of poverty, they will be controlled by violence.

But her kiss will give them love and courage to keep going no matter how difficult it is.

Now, they have forgotten her name, they have been divided into lambs of the gods, they are persecuted by fear and disaster.

Her strength is so weak that even monsters can easily get close to her and erode her.

Hermes brought the latest poems in the world, and in the mouth of bards, she is a despicable liar.

Because deceiving the gods led to the current misfortune of mankind, people reviled her and said she was a madman.

Zeus ordered Hermes to recite the poems that are now being sung in the world, and let her hear how her creations evaluate her now.

Hermes read out her own cleverness, which caused human beings to suffer from it and lost the golden age. People were very happy with the punishment she accepted.

"Wearing inappropriate women's clothing at the banquet of the gods." Hermes seemed to want to make her happy, and couldn't help but read something strange, and changed the subject, "They don't seem to know that you are a goddess. "

Even though this kind of thing is forgotten, although it is funny to say, she must be very sad, Hermes couldn't help thinking.

The girl couldn't help laughing, "It's very interesting, thank you."