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

The white-haired girl was carrying a lamp, and walked slowly along the deserted path. A narrow gap opened up in the black valley. Apart from a beach, there was no easy way to get here. Yes, this place has always been deserted, and the light is very poor. The snakes on the rocks like to lie on the valley mouth and bask in the sun.

No one has been here for at least hundreds of years.

In the dark valley, there is a dilapidated and dilapidated tower, which has probably not been lived in for a long time, the girl gently put the lamp on the table on the ground floor, a small cloud of dust rose up, she seemed Feeling tired, he sat on a stone bench beside him, put his head on his arms, and closed his eyes.

This used to be the residence of Moros. When she was young, she still remembered that pale boy would look out from the narrow window on the high place. He had a pair of black eyes, and there was never any wave in it.

She admits that there is something nasty inside of her.

She wanted the young man to show a little expression, and stop remaining indifferent to everything that happened in the world like this, although for the god of fate, this indifference may be a kind of protection.

He is a born god, ever noble Lord Moros.

If this is good, then why does he look so sad when spring comes.

After a while she woke up from her short sleep and stood up. It has to be said that she had never been in this tower before, and she usually stood at the bottom to call him out.

It was a dark, dank tower, with cramped stairs and narrow windows.

Because no one lived there all year round and it was covered with moss, she stretched out her hand to touch the handrail, and looked at the little green stained by her fingertips.

She nailed a palm leaf on the wall on the ground floor, and then picked up a charcoal pencil. The girl's hands were fast, as if butterflies could fly out from her fingers, and she quickly traced the structure of the entire tower .

"It's really admirable skill." She heard someone say behind her, she turned her head and saw Athena appeared at the door, "When did you come here?" She was slightly taken aback.

"To be honest, I'm a little curious about where you're going." Athena walked over. She lowered her head and looked at the drawings carefully. She didn't know anything about architecture, but she felt something beautiful and delicate in it.

"Are you going to live here?" she asked softly. "It won't do you any good."

"But at least it's relatively remote, and it meets the expectations of the God King." Prometheus replied, "He definitely doesn't want me to go far, and he doesn't want me to stay in any lively place."

"Indeed." Athena sighed, "You still know him as well as before."

"I like this place very much." The girl smiled, picked up the wooden ruler, and was counting something, tapping the wall lightly with her knuckles, "It is also a place with good memories for me. "

She lightly drew lines on the palm fronds and seemed content with her idea.

The white-haired girl sat on the top of the tower, blowing the wind, and showed a relaxed smile. Athena moved the stone up and said, "Why don't you come down and help me? Is there any good in exhausting me alone?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said without any guilt, and jumped off the roof. She stretched out her hand and measured it on the ground. Athena unloaded the stone on the top floor, and then looked at what else was included in her plan. Remove the entire top of the tower.

"If you don't take it down, you can't repair the patio." She stretched out her hand and gestured, "You know I always like patios."

"Why don't you just build one next to it." Athena suggested, "I don't think it is necessary to renovate this tower."

"It's some kind of selfishness." Prometheus said softly, "And this tower was built by the gods of the golden age, and the materials are very good."

"That's true." Athena raised her hand and knocked on the wall, "It really feels like ordinary spears can't pierce through."

"Okay." Prometheus smiled.

Athena suddenly remembered that when they were still friends, the girl told her one day that she thought that tree was good.

Athena folded her arms and watched for a moment.

"That's right. If I arrange an archer here, the whole valley will be mine."

The girl looked at her for a while at that time, her face was full of hesitation and reluctance.

Born a goddess of war, I'm sorry, that's all she can say.

The white-haired girl sat down, reached out and picked up the stone, "This piece is black glass."

She said in surprise, held it up, and blew it. Athena lowered her eyes and saw that it was indeed glowing brighter, with a certain sense of clarity.

Athena actually had no shortage of friends.

She is beautiful and powerful, and she has many playmates. She sometimes plays musical instruments with Apollo, or goes hunting with Artemis. Wide and well respected.

But she occasionally thinks about this guy.

Then secretly compare all the friends she knows with her.

In terms of cuteness, cheerfulness and energy, she is obviously not as good as Artemis, but in terms of proficiency in musical instruments.

And can fight side by side, then Apollo is undoubtedly a better choice, who can compare to Hermes in a joke?

She is not lonely at all, she is the most powerful Valkyrie in the world, a goddess of incomparable beauty admired by many people.

But at that time, she felt that she was missing her.

Especially on a good night when the stars are in full bloom, she misses that guy even more.

The first friend in her life.

Prometheus.

Athena always felt that when the gods grew up, they might become obsessed with consolidating their beliefs, or having fun and procreating children.

But for no reason, she felt that Prometheus would always be happy for a long time because he found a piece of black glass in the stone pile.

She could tell her all day about the scales of a butterfly's wing, or how to trick a fox into forgetting what she'd done, but Athena knew she wasn't much of an older god.

She just grew up early.

She is a sinner of the gods, an eternal exile, she has no future at all, but she herself thinks that her future is the sea of ​​stars.

She is the smartest person Athena has ever met in her life, but also the stupidest person, the coldest person and the gentlest person.

"Speaking of which, aren't you going to hold a victory celebration banquet?" Prometheus slightly tilted his head and put his chin on his knee.

"It will take a few days." Athena said, "I need to prepare."

"So you ran out." She asked with a smile, "When preparing the banquet, I remember that there were many delicious things."

"I think it's normal." Athena said, "And don't you care about food?"

"Of course it won't make you hungry." Prometheus said with a smile, and she straightened the stones, "but it's still far behind the god king."

"No," said Athena, helping her to build the well. "I have confidence in your workmanship."

"I haven't cooked for 1000 years." Prometheus counted with his fingers, "I've forgotten all about it."

She removed the top of the decaying tower, "so that a patio can be left on it, and then mushrooms can be dried on it." She calculated, "Rainwater can flow here."

"Speaking of which, the houses you teach humans to build are all like this," Athena said.

"I think they know more than I do." The girl said with a smile, "In fact, I only know a little bit."

"It's just to keep them alive." She said softly, "What temples, lighthouses, huge sculptures given to Apollo, the royal city, the acropolis, I was also surprised when I saw it."

“They also built a huge statue of Zeus,” she said, “but personally I like the Apollo one in the harbor.”

"It feels more handsome than him." Athena said with a smile.

"Did you tell him yourself?" Prometheus asked, with a hint of evil in his purple eyes.

"He admitted it himself." Athena said, "It's not my fault, I'm not that boring yet."

Standing under the statue of Apollo, Moros looked up at the immortal torch he held in his hand, and saw ships with brightly colored flags approaching the port.

"That's Troy's ship. They're guests." The old man said to him, poking the other party's flag with his withered fingers. "I heard that their two princes, Hector and Paris, have come here."

"That's it." Moros showed curiosity.

"It is said that Hector is a great warrior, and Paris, he is as handsome as a star in the sky." The old man said, "When he came, all the girls in the capital fell in love with him."

Mauros went ashore, and he mingled with the crowd, looking at the two princes in fine costumes, Hector with gentle eyebrows and black curly hair, and Parisian's exquisite marble statue as chiseled by a knife.

What a pair of beautiful brothers.

Moros smiled, his curiosity was satisfied, but at this moment his eyes were attracted by a woman.

Queen Helen came out and expressed her welcome to the honored guests.

This is a beautiful woman that Moros has rarely seen. Her hair is as gorgeous as the sunset at dusk. Hera has delicate and white arms. Hera is tall and slender, and she walks like a pure white cat. .

Her voice is as beautiful as spring water.

Her manners are as refined as the gods.

"What's the matter, Boss, I like her, let's snatch her for you." Nemesis said.

Moros covered her mouth with his hand, "No, I just think it looks pretty."

"In the head's mind, I'm afraid there is only one person who is a woman, and the rest are not women." Another Fume said.

Moros wished for a few more hands.

"Don't talk nonsense," he said, "she's not that pretty."

"Hey, what about her, the boss doesn't tell himself." The third Fury whispered behind him.

Moros hated for a second why he was not a hundred-armed giant, turned around and left.

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