She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

Caucasus Mountain ushered in another sunrise.

A stone pillar stands on a misty hilltop.Only by looking closely can one discover that there is a figure leaning on the stone pillar.His hands are tied behind his back, and the chains on his ankles and wrists are fixed to the column, so that he can only move half a step at most. When he wants to rest, he can only bear against the cold stone column in embarrassment, and will not be able to move freely His chest rests on his knees.

He is the son of Iapetus and Cremene, the Titan god Prometheus.

Prometheus, who possesses superintelligence, can easily make the right choice.

Therefore, in the war between the Olympian gods and the Titans, he and his younger brother chose to help Zeus.Thanks to this wise decision, unlike the defeated Titans, he avoided being thrown into the abyss of Tartarus, and was even entrusted with Epimetheus to characterize a new generation of creatures. important task.Not only that, Zeus also gave him the responsibility of mediating between gods and mortals.

But between the gods and mortals, Prometheus chose the latter.This was a decision that surprised the gods and was completely incomprehensible.Why did the God of Wisdom make such a stupid misjudgment?Prometheus has no explanation.

The betrayer has to pay the price, and Prometheus accepted the punishment without complaint.

Since he is an immortal god, even if he is locked here alone, Prometheus will not perish. All he can do is to endure severe punishment day after day - broken by the eagle sent by Zeus. Open the abdomen and peck the liver.Before Helios passed the Caucasus Mountains in a Japanese car again, his body had already recovered, ready to endure the pain of being eaten raw again and recovering.

Prometheus is used to this.

Gods and mortals alike seem to have forgotten him.In the beginning, Epimetheus often left the city he ruled in the world, and came to visit him day and night.His tall brother always had a face of shame, complaining angrily for him in a low voice, holding back tears where he couldn't see.Epimetheus believed that his brother was chained here to be tortured because of his weakness.Prometheus did not agree with Epimetheus' fierce words, he only showed a gentle smile to comfort his younger brother, and did not ask much about Olympus or the mortal world, as if he was concerned about his own situation and All don't care anymore.

Knowing that his younger brother never gave up on saving him, Prometheus tried his best to intercede for him again and again, begging the god of Olympus to show mercy and reduce the punishment.Demeter was persuaded, and the goddess of harvest, who had lost her daughter, could better understand the pain of Epimetheus.But Zeus was determined.The transgression of deceiving the king of gods and then stealing fire cannot be easily forgiven.What's more, until Prometheus was chained to the Caucasus Mountain, he never apologized to Zeus.Perhaps this was the real reason he was trapped in this open-air prison.

And one day, Epimetheus stopped visiting.Therefore, no one explained to Prometheus what the blackness that suddenly covered the sky and the earth hundreds of years ago was; and why Zeus sent down such a monstrous flood that almost submerged the mountains.Zeus fell into a coma, but the condor still came every day.He also didn't try to ask what happened to the heaven and earth, but just silently and patiently endured every rising and falling of the sun.

The God of Wisdom never showed the slightest despair. Instead, he often smiled and looked at the distance exposed behind the ridge.As if waiting devoutly for something.And what he was waiting for was not his own liberation.

Sunrise is the moment when the punishment of a new day begins.

However, it is not a condor with a sharp beak that descends on the top of the Caucasus today.

The boots that looked like wings stepped lightly on the moss-free rough stone surface, and the long dark purple cloak trailed through the morning mist, and came to Prometheus.

Prometheus raised his head, his dry and chapped lips curled into a smile.Since he hadn't spoken for a long time, his pronunciation was a bit weird: "Long time no see, Hermes, son of Maia."

Hermes resisted the urge to frown.Prometheus always has a calm and calm face, as if he sees through everything and accepts everything calmly.To be honest, this look has irritated him for a long time.But he came here for business, and his views on this Titan Protoss had to be put aside.

"Prometheus, I have brought good news." He pulled out the dagger at his waist and swung it down neatly. The chains that tied Prometheus broke and made a loud bang, "Congratulations on regaining your freedom!" .Zeus’ will to punish you will be invalid from today.”

Prometheus moved his joints and stood up slowly with his knees propped up. There was no ecstasy or doubt, and he just replied lightly, "I see. Thank you for coming."

The white outline of the Olympos ridge can barely be seen above the Caucasus.Prometheus looked towards the sanctuary for a moment, but didn't ask why it was covered with extreme black before, and why it suddenly became clean again.He suddenly talked about the old things: "Zeus once sent you to ask me who will eventually overthrow him."

There is indeed such a section.

That was not long after Prometheus stole fire for the Bronze Generation humans and received punishment, before Pandora was born.Zeus learned from nowhere that Prometheus had discovered the identity of the man who was destined to bring him down from the throne of the sky.That is an astonishing secret that even the king of all gods with the all-seeing eye never knew.Zeus first asked Apollo, but the god of prophecy could not give a clear answer.So Hermes was ordered to come to the Caucasus Mountain, listen to ingenious rhetoric, intimidate and lure, and try every means to persuade Prometheus to reveal this secret.

However, no matter whether Hermes gave a tempting promise or threatened to increase the punishment, Prometheus did not show the slightest sign of wavering.He even ridiculed Hermes for his short-sightedness in turn, and he was just a ridiculous little character who obeyed Zeus' orders, no different from a running dog.

Hermes' self-esteem was thwarted, and he rarely lost his composure. He mocked Prometheus's plight as cunningly as possible. Shady trick.

After several rounds of fierce verbal battles, Hermes barely gained the upper hand with his sharp words and momentum, and then walked away full of anger.

It was not a pleasant memory for them, and Hermes wondered why Prometheus would mention it at the moment of his freedom.

Prometheus glanced at it, and said slowly: "If I had revealed to you the identity of the next Lord of the Gods at that time, then He would not have had a chance to be born."

Hermes turned his head in horror.

"You..." He comprehended everything implied in the other party's words too quickly, but he didn't know how to ask.

The God of Wisdom deepened that hateful calm smile: "Hermes, if that's the case, is it regret or luck for you?"

"Who else is involved?"

The outline of events revealed in Prometheus' words is too vast to be something that can be planned and implemented alone.

"I once asked Hecate to help, and left her with a few clues to the appearance of the puzzle, but before He showed up, Goddess Black Moon would not know who it was." Prometheus's expression was full of gentle mockery , "Don't look at me with this look. It's not me, and I can't be the one who made it happen. I just happened to know it and volunteered to be the firewood. As for why I am willing..."

He paused for a long time, his expression became more relaxed, and he said softly: "I am sure that will be a better world for mortals and gods."

Hermes stared at Prometheus with an indescribable expression for a moment, and said rather coldly: "If you expect a world that favors mortals, then you are probably going to be disappointed. Although he is different from all gods, he is also Not a human partner."

Prometheus smiled: "That's why we can make the best decision for all parties, isn't it?"

The black-haired and green-eyed God of Deceit turned to reveal a vicious smile that implied provocation, and declared in a tone depicting a proud treasure: "He hates being manipulated the most, and he will not be willing to follow the path that has been arranged. Everything may not be like you know."

In this regard, Prometheus did not try to argue, but raised his head to greet the rising sun in the bitter mountain wind, with a calm smile on his face.

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The gods returned to Olympus, and no longer needed mortal residences. Some of the scattered holy states were abandoned, and more became prosperous city-states.Shrines were replaced by temples, and cities were ruled by mortals favored by the gods who ruled the land.

With the departure of the gods, the divine aura that had enveloped the Holy State since the foundation was laid also disappeared, but it often took several days until the aura was completely annihilated.

So at dawn and dusk, when the sun, the moon, and the chariot alternate, the sky is getting darker, and the stars have not yet shown the whole picture. When you look around, you will see beams of light of different colors standing upright on the vast dark earth covered with dim tulle. .The faint and fine spots of light rotated and rose towards the heights of the sky, intertwined with the pious smoke of burning spices and ointments in the city, hoping to reach the sky, and finally dissipated in the vast sea of ​​stars.Irreversible, irreversible, as if the end of an era, magnificent, exciting, but arousing sentimentality for no reason.

The shepherd, who was in a hurry to go home, couldn't help but stop, silently watching the trajectory of the farewell god.But he quickly came back to his senses, shook his head, and whistled to make the shepherd dogs run again, drive the straggling sheep back to the team, and cross the pastures in the mountains again.

Bleaching, barking and shouting drowned out the intermittent sound of roadside whistles.

Someone was sitting on a stone beside the road and playing a pan flute made of reed grass. The melody was pretty pleasant, but because the flute making skills were not good enough, the timbre was not accurate, and it made strange noises from time to time.A helpless sigh.The reed flute was placed on the stone casually.

With the other hand, he picked up the pan flute and fiddled with it.

"Do you need help?" asked the second passer-by who suddenly appeared, with a smile in his voice, his emerald green eyes reflecting a pulsating sunset in the deep twilight.

"No, I didn't expect it to be so difficult to make a flute." The flute player was a young woman, her voice sounded a bit annoyed, but she jumped off the stone and covered her honey-colored hair with a shawl to protect against the cold, "Anyway, I'm going to continue on the road. "

"Do you mind having multiple traveling companions?"

"I don't mind, but what about the many commissions from the envoys of the gods?"

"I've given that job to someone else for the time being."

There was a moment of silence in surprise.

Her fingers passed through his winding cloak, found his, hooked it lightly, and then clasped it.His fingers slid back into hers, clearly, forcefully, interlocking.

"Wherever I go, there are always disasters happening, so it doesn't matter?"

"It's okay, I'll take the golden staff, and it's fine to walk with you."

She froze for a moment, then understood.

It's going to be a long journey.

But no one is more suitable to walk with each other than them, because disaster and good fortune always go hand in hand.

－End of the play－

The author has something to say: * Prometheus knows who will overthrow Zeus, and Hermes is ordered to question his identity. This is based on Aeschylus' play "Prometheus Bound", which has been greatly changed.

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The currently expected updates are as follows: Alice in Wonderland paro ② Parallel universe modern giant Mary Sue

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postscript

Before this spring, it had never occurred to me to write about Greek mythology.This story was born by accident.

At the beginning of the year, I urgently needed to escape from a failed work, and wanted to regain the pure creative fun that was lost in that project.In this sense, the goal is achieved.I had a lot of fun writing this story, and I was also very happy to check the information.The thick vest for saving manuscripts brings a sense of security, so that I will not be too anxious because of bad data.The ability to save so many manuscripts is due to my trial reading team: relatives and friends Scarlett, trial reading of Chutu and az, and my friend Shuishui, thank you very much!

For a long time, the adjective "restraint" has repeatedly appeared in the evaluations I received.Instead, I want to make sure that I have the ability to describe intense emotions positively?Also because of such a goal, coupled with the nature of fleeing and practicing pens, this story is not very innovative. I am very aware of the shortcomings in various aspects in the second half, but I can leave the replay from the author's perspective to myself.The evaluation microphone is still passed to the readers.

So far, I haven’t had any good results in writing, and my mentality has indeed changed: I used to feel that the book at hand must be published in a perfect form, but now I accept that the “perfect form” of the story only exists between the temples on both sides of my head. Time, as long as I don't give up, there will always be another story waiting for me to write.The next one may not be better, but it will not be in vain.If this story is lucky enough to bring you something, so much the better.

The journey of Pandora and Hermes will continue, and I am very grateful to every friend who accompanied them here!

As for what the new article will be... At present, "I became the number one in the kingdom after a woman disguised as a man" is tentatively planned. I want to save the full text of the manuscript, but there may be an accidental incident halfway through, just like this article.So goodbye by fate!