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

"Mrs. Themis." Hera rang the doorbell, "Mrs. Themis?"

Themis stood up and opened the door.

"What's the matter?" she asked, and Hera grabbed her wrist, "Come here, Mrs. Themis, I have something to show you."

Themis blinked, looking very confused, Hera reached out and pointed to her own mirror, the other end of which reflected her temple that had been in disrepair.

Themis took a step forward involuntarily.

She put her finger on the mirror.

A young girl stands on the ancient stone steps. This is a human being, but she is wearing the attire of a goddess. She holds a convex mirror in her hand. Her slender and white arms look elegant and powerful.

"What is she doing?" Themis couldn't help asking.

Hera's eyes also fell on her.

"I guess it's for making fire." Hera said softly, "Look, there's a greased torch underneath."

The torch was lit.

A strong and strong young man raised it high, and then started a long run from the gate of the Temple of Hera.

"Probably some kind of human ritual," Themis said.

"Yes." Hera echoed, "But it's not in memory of me." She smiled, "I think it's in memory of your daughter."

"In the past in our era." Hera said softly, "Do you remember that if humans hold a sports meeting, there will be a truce, and everyone will get along like brothers, and the flames of war are not allowed to disturb this grand ceremony."

"Yes." Themis laughed, "Then the winner will wear the laurels and receive everyone's applause and blessings."

"They will hold a grand parade with fire." Hera looked at her fingers, "Young people are particularly interested in this."

"And now they're resurrected." Hera said, "Maybe it's because the world has been silent and depressed for too long, or maybe there are too many battles between people."

A bright orange flame passed from one torch to another. The newcomer took over the fire and continued to run forward. Who would he hand it over to next?

man or woman?

A person with black hair or a person with blond hair?

No one knows, but they know what they are passing on, a fire that will never be quenched, a spirit, and spirits cannot be killed.

Tolerance is also freedom, and unyielding is also civilization.

To commemorate a certain god who resolutely extended a helping hand when human beings were most in distress.

To remind people that the Utopia they have dreamed of for thousands of years is still shining brightly ahead.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Themis." Hera said, "Your daughter has finally grown up."

For a god, this is a true rite of passage.

"She grew up a long time ago." Themis smiled softly, "Very early, before I wanted her to, she grew up."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground. "For many years after my life, I thought, if only she didn't grow up so fast."

"Her children have grown up too." Themis showed a faint smile.

She thought of many, many years ago.

after the great flood.

The ground was wet and barren, and the only remaining humans walked into her temple, begging for her help.

Why did they come to him, Themis thought, why did they believe that he would do his best to help them.

because of her.

Themis stretched out her hand, "Throw your mother's bones behind you." She instructed, "Cover your heads and faces, and throw your mother's bones behind you."

That goddess is her child, and of course she knows the way to create humans.

Humans at that time were made of clay.

And Themis made them remake themselves out of rock.

I hope you will always be brave and tenacious, able to be killed but not defeated.

She prayed silently, and the humans quickly understood her meaning, thanked her and left the temple.

Humanity was revived after that.

All the distress will only make them stronger, from mud to stone, from soft to strong.

She doesn't have any hope that humans will remember Prometheus. After all, she is not a good god, and she has no place in Mount Olympus, but she has some kind of expectation indistinctly. She hopes that she can believe in humans.

Then bet everything on humans, Themis thought.

Bet my daughter on humans too.

The person I love and hate the most in this world, she put her hand on her chest, I cursed her and blessed her, I created her and lost her.

She heard the doorbell ring, and her six daughters beckoned to open the door.

This was probably the first time she had seen them so close.

The white-haired girl stood at the door and smiled. She waved to the room, "Master Themis, are you home?" she asked.

Themis stood up and walked over.

The two people looked into each other's eyes, they were the most familiar strangers, they had exactly the same eyes, both were deep purple, and both indicated the storm that the world was about to usher in.

Themis sighed, and the three goddesses of grace and timing looked at them curiously.

"Mom?" the three goddesses of Meihui asked.

"Master Prometheus?" The three goddesses of timing greeted politely.

Hera stood aside and folded her arms, saying that I will not save the game, and I will not say anything today.

"Well, I'm on the way." The white-haired girl said incoherently, "Then I'm leaving, and I'm sorry to bother you."

"I brought some things here." She said, and put the bag at the door, "I hope you can accept it."

In the next second, Themis finally let go of her arms on her chest, opened her arms slightly, and the white-haired girl fell into her arms.

As if these thousands of years were just a fleeting moment, she lowered her head and felt the temperature of her mother's palm just like she did before she ran away from home at the age of 16.

This hug is too deep and tasteless.

There are too many things between them, it can even be said that there is a bloody feud, but the things that bind them are so inseparable.

"Master Themis, please do honor me." The girl smiled.

"Okay." Themis nodded.

The girl smiled briskly, walked out, and closed the door behind her.

Hera laughed.

"You two are still weird after so many years." Hera couldn't help but said.

Themis laughed too.

"Yeah." Themis said, "It's weird."

She couldn't help but think of the time, many, many years ago, when the birth of this child was not a happy thing for her. At that time, she endured a rough husband and a suffocating world. The child is done.

Atlas is very much like his father, both very brave and powerful, but worships violence and conquest.

She was already desperate for the child, and she fell into a long-term depression after giving birth to this child. This girl was naturally intelligent, which somewhat comforted her.

However, she is too clever, so clever that it is dangerous. Themis discovered this when she was very young. She can easily manipulate people's hearts and put everything on the balance. She can kill the most powerful The giant god can also conjure butterflies with the sand between her fingers. She is both a lunatic and a monster.

Yet naive and pure.

"Mom, please don't hate this world, hate me." She probably said so, with a little blood on her face, she knelt respectfully on the ground, and presented the dagger that stabbed her father and brother .

That was the last time she called her mother.

Don't hate the world, please hate me.

I have determined your life arbitrarily and arbitrarily, and I have ruined everything about you.

But I still expect you to be happy for no reason.

She is a dangerous madman, Themis thought, covering her face.

But in his bones, he is like himself, only smarter, braver and farther than himself.

A goddess like me, who is born to guard all orders, cannot have this kind of bloody bravery.

She was born of herself.

They are also born of themselves.

She is the sacrifice and pain of justice, and they are the brilliance and flowers of justice.

They are all her children.

Themis laughed. She opened the invitation and read it.

She's getting married, I'm going to dance one last dance with her, I'm giving her hand to someone else, and they're a family from now on.

Themis put the letter aside and sat down slowly. For a while, she thought of many things, both unfortunate and happy. To be honest, her life was not a beautiful story.

But she never cried.

Even when she felt she had lost this child forever, she never shed tears.

But at this time, she felt her eyes sour for no reason.

"Before the child gets married, parents will cry." Hera said with a smile, and sat down on the side.

"It's normal, Mrs. Themis," she said softly, and repeated, "It's normal."

Themis buried her face in her arms.

Tears could not stop streaming from her eyes.

"It's normal." Themis said, "There is nothing more normal."

The white-haired girl was walking on the street, she looked up at the blue sky, no matter how far apart, no matter how different human beings are, they all walk under this sky.

She stopped by the side of the road, picked up a newspaper and read it, and saw someone advocating the revival of ancient sports games.

There will be people running through major cities in the world with flaming torches, spreading the common dreams and ideas of mankind.

There is too much poverty, discrimination, strife and inequality in this world.

However, there are always people who want to eliminate them.

They are trying various things.

I believe that the ideal city of the sun will definitely exist and shine in front of mankind.

Someone called her name, and she turned to look at the bustling crowd.

To be honest, she expects that humans will remember her name, which means that humans will remember their plight and lofty ideals, but she does not want them to remember her name, because anyone who can understand her is doomed to work hard all his life.

Parents are so indecisive and in a dilemma.

She covered her eyes and smiled.

The weather is really nice today.

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Abigail is an ordinary girl, of course, as a contemporary little girl, there is nothing wrong with wanting to receive letters from owls

So one day she heard a voice in the dark asking, "My dear Abigail, do you want to be a witch?"

"Of course I do," Abigail replied happily.

Then she woke up and found that she had become a witch, and she was still a witch in the most rampant witch hunting era

Abigail just wanted to say, thank you, size

What does that say, if they accuse you of being a witch, you better really be

Crazy upgrade your level of witchcraft One day you find yourself already the strongest Abigail in the world As a fun person, of course you have to choose to go and make trouble

Then she was sent to the stake as a matter of course, and the night before the execution, some young priest released her and took her on a run

Abigail expressed embarrassment

"You actually apostate for me."

"That's not true. I was going to apostate."

"Oh, that's fine."

"But Father, you are as beautiful as a flower, so why don't you consider developing a little story with me?"

"Never mind."

Linus is a priest. As a priest, it is a very bad thing to love to read forbidden books and think wildly

But he really can't stand the Holy See's eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and quack doctors harming people, but if something happens, he will find a witch to burn it.

He decided to give up his promising career to become a heretic, and it would be a good thing to release the little girl in prison before leaving

Then she wrapped herself up

He topped the most wanted list of outstanding young people and she applauded, he got lost and robbed and she asked if she wanted to call the police, he went to work in a factory to make ends meet and she set up a fortune-telling stall every day better than him every month

However, he couldn't get angry no matter what, Miss Witch under the starry sky smiled like a flower and raised her finger, "Let me set off a firework for you."

"To the loveliest and bravest heretic in the world."

Overhead mid-century background, steampunk setting, some historical stories are applied, the heroine's force ceiling, pure-blood fun, traditional witch, beautiful and seductive, the hero is gentle and weak, knowledgeable and versatile, 1v1