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Uranus And Gaia

Gaia sat under a chestnut tree, leaned her back against its trunk and started crying. Her tears fell on the dry soil and grass grew adorning the tall tree.

''Mum?'', she heard her daughter's voice. She quickly wiped her tears but couldn't do anything to hide her red eyes from crying. ''What's going on? Why are you crying?'', Phoebe asked leaving aside the wildflowers she had picked and kneeled next to her.

''I can't take it anymore...''

''Oh, mum...'', the girl said squeezing Gaia in her arms. ''I wish I could help you!''

''You can't. No one can.''

''Don't say that. We can find a solution. I'll talk to my siblings and...''

''No, Phoebe. Don't tell them anything. This is my problem to deal with'', she said looking at her daughter and the girl nodded sadly.

The following night, Gaia was quite restless. She walked up and down squeezing her hands and waited. There were moments she thought that she should back off but she had made her decision. There was no other way. Uranus' actions made no sense.

''Mother, you asked to see me...'', said Cronus, the youngest of her sons. Gaia turned to him with admiration in her eyes. Her little boy had grown up. He was a man, tall, strong and already full of ambition. Indeed, Cronus was the only one with the power to carry out this mission.

''Yes, son, I did'', Gaia said and Cronus approached her.

He could never imagine that she would ask him something like that but it didn't mean he wasn't able to do it. Far from it. He didn't like his father at all, especially lately, since he started throwing to Tartarus every child Gaia bore. Who would do this to a baby? How could the lust for power bring anyone to this point? No, Uranus should be punished. Someone had to stop this crazy course. His mother trusted him and Cronus did not intend to betray her. He went to the armoury making sure no one saw him. He observed each weapon and finally picked up a sharp sickle with a black, shiny grip. He held it in his hand weighing it, to be certain he made the right choice. With an evil smile, he entered his father's bedroom and pulled the white sheet. Underneath, Uranus was sleeping naked, making Cronus' job easier.

''This is it...'', he whispered holding his father's genitals. ''Now you won't have any more children!''. Raising the sickle he rapidly lowered it cutting his penis and testicles. Uranus let out a horrific scream while Cronus stepped away and threw the dismembered body parts into the ocean.

''What have you done? How did you dare?'', Uranus yelled but his son stood arrogantly in front of him.

''You will not do this anymore, father. Your dominion has ended. Now my mother is free from you and the throne of the universe will come to my hands''. Although Uranus was suffering a lot, he couldn't help but laugh at his son's words.

''You really think you can take my place? You, who hide beneath your mother's skirt and blindly obey whatever she asks of you? Do you know why you can't do it? Because we are not that different, no matter how much you pretend to be. You may take my throne... You won't be able to keep it, though. You will taste the same betrayal. Your children will rise against you and they'll usurp the throne!''. Cronus had heard enough. He used his sickle once more, this time taking his father's life.

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Cronus And Rhea

Rhea was pregnant for the sixth time but that brought her no joy. How could she be happy for the new life that was growing inside her, since she knew that this baby would end up like the rest? Rhea felt like her mother did before her, as history was repeating itself. Cronus was devouring all his children for the same reason Uranus threw his into Tartarus: Power. He was so consumed by it, that he wouldn't listen to reason nor to his wife's pleas. As labour day approached, her fear grew.

''What am I going to do, mother?'', she asked for Gaia's advice. ''If this continues, I'll lose another baby.''

''I know, daughter. I feel your pain. At least I still have many of my children. But you, poor girl, are left with none. Your husband hasn't allowed you to raise any of them'', Gaia said stroking her daughter's hair. ''Let me speak to the Fates. They must know what we can do''. Not wasting any time, Gaia visited the Fates into their cave and then came back to her daughter.

''What did they say?'', Rhea asked in agony.

''Listen carefully and do exactly as I tell you. When it's time for the baby to arrive, you must go to Dicte in Crete. After the baby is born, you'll keep it hidden there and when you meet your husband, you will offer him a stone in the baby's place. Be careful to swaddle it well, so he won't suspect a thing''. When the labour pains began, the plan was under way. The child was a boy and Rhea named him Zeus. She left him in the care of nymphs, the Kouretes and Amalthea, the goat that fed him with her milk and returned to the castle before Cronus noticed her absence. A stone wrapped in a blanket was presented to the king as the baby she gave birth to.

''It's a boy'', Rhea announced with feigned sorrow hoping Cronus would get rid of it faster. A son was always more dangerous than a daughter. Rhea wasn't wrong. Cronus grabbed the stone and ate it all at once. A minute later he felt his stomach heavy. He sat on his throne, leaned back and then forward... No improvement. As time passed, the pain became worse. He felt dizzy and it seemed like his stomach would burst. He folded in two and fell on his knees raising his arms towards Rhea begging for help but she didn't move at all. With a horrifying scream, he threw up the stone and then, one by one, the children he had imprisoned inside him, who now fully grown-up faced the world for the first time.

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Prometheus

Once Zeus sat on the throne of Olympus, he decided to fill the creation with animals and humans. For this task he asked the assistance of the two Titans, Prometheus and Epimetheus, who stood by his side during the Titanomachy. Epimetheus asked his brother for more responsibilities and he gladly agreed. Then, Epimetheus distributed attributes to all kinds of animals, which they could use in order to hunt and protect themselves from their enemies. Some got claws, other horns, tusks, thorns, shells or poison. But when it was time for the humans, Epimetheus noted that there were no more gifts available. That's when he asked for Prometheus' advice, who was known for his wisdom.

''All right, I'll take care of the humans'', he declared. ''Since they don't have a way to physically protect themselves and catch their food, I'll teach them how to make tools and cultivate the land''. Thanks to Prometheus, human race advanced a lot. Winter, though, was still very hard to deal with. Cold entered their homes and made them shiver. Prometheus tried to find a way for the mortals to face the freezing weather and the answer came from his smithy. One night, while his student, Hephaestus, was constructing a new helmet for Athena, Prometheus stole a burning coal and hid it in his hollow stick. ''I'm going'', he said while walking towards the exit.

''I will stay until I'm done and then I'll take the helmet to Athena'', Hephaestus responded. Prometheus left the smithy. He took a look around, holding on to his stick and went down to the world of men.

The evening was calm and cool. That's why Athena preferred to take the road from the thick forest of Olympus to Hephaestus' smithy, in order to get her helmet. However, before she got there, she ran into Prometheus as he was heading down but something stood out about him. It looked like he was hiding something the way he looked around nervously making her even more suspicious.

''Why is he acting like that?'', she wondered before she decided to follow him.

''This way you can cook your food and make it more tasty'', Prometheus said to a group of people. They were so amazed as he stood in front of something very extraordinary, that moved like a veil. A yellow and orange veil, that danced incessantly creaking and giving off as much heat as the sun. He called it 'fire'. ''That's how you can manipulate the metals to create tools, weapons and pans. As for its warmth... You can already feel it''. The people then crowded him and kissed his hands with gratitude.

''He did what?'', Zeus shouted, when Athena informed him of the Titan's action. ''How dare he betray me like that? Well, I'll show him! He will pay for this.''

''Father, wait!'', Athena begged but the king of the gods had already been transformed into an eagle and was gone. The Goddess of Wisdom stood in the centre of the huge hall, which was now completely empty, since all gods were asleep. She extended her arm calling her dear owl, who flew over there, sat on her forearm and looked at her with her beady eyes. ''I don't know if I made the right decision, Glaux'', she admitted caressing her feathers as the bird watched intently. ''Prometheus meant well. He wanted to offer his help. But father had to know. Oh, why didn't he ask for his permission first? It's true that he disobeyed him but it's unfair to punish him for a good action. I must do something. I must change father's mind'', she decided putting the owl on her shoulder and left the palace. As hard as she tried, though, to convince Zeus, he never forgave Prometheus. When Athena found out how harsh the punishment was, she realized how wrong she was for speaking out. Years passed but Athena never forgot how much she wronged the kind Titan and waited for the right moment to make amends. ''I believe that if I free Prometheus now, father will accept it without any demurs. But how can I do it without Zeus getting in the way? What do you think?'', she asked Glaux one evening as they sat near the fireplace. The owl was stroding on the table and suddenly spread her wings wide and hooted. ''You're right!'', the goddess exclaimed. ''This will definitely work.''

The sun had almost set and peace was all around. The only sound was the chop from the axe that Hercules used to cut the wood for his fireplace, as winter had arrived for good. He loaded the logs on his back and headed home. When he arrived, he stacked the logs at the yard and as he was about to get inside, he heard a bird fluttering loudly. Turning around, he saw an owl standing on the branch of a cherry tree.

''Are you here to inform me of your mistress' visit?'', he asked in a good mood.

''Glaux always has to know where I am and with whom'', Athena said making her appearance. She touched the owl's head and the bird closed her eyes enjoying the goddess' touch. ''Hercules, I need to ask you a favour'', she said with a serious look.

''Tell me what it is and I'll do what I can.''

''Many years ago, I mad a mistake and ever since, Prometheus has been suffering a lot because of me.''

''Prometheus? Are you talking about the Titan that brought fire to us?''

''Yes... I told Zeus what he did. He feared that fire would make human race too powerful and condemned Prometheus to a terrible torture. He keeps him chained and sends a vulture every day to poke him with its beak and eat his liver. Next day the cycle repeats! That has been going on for years. You must set him free, Hercules.''

''I don't understand. Why don't you do it?''

''Because, even though I have father's favour, I can't defy him like this. But you can'', she smiled.

''Where is he?'', he asked.

''On Mount Caucasus.''

Hercules had been climbing for two days and nights up to the top of the mountain, through storms and winds that were whipping his face. His hands and knees were bleeding because of the sharp rocks but he kept going. He reached the top exhausted from climbing and looked at the rock standing a few meters away. Tied to it, there was a very tall man, skinny and weathered. The heavy chains that kept him immobilized were constructed by Hephaestus link by link, unbreakable by a normal sword. At that moment, he heard something croaking over his head. He looked up and saw a huge vulture circling around. Holding the sword Athena gave him, Hercules waited for it to come closer. When the vulture flied over him heading for the chained man, Hercules ran, stepped on one foot to push his body to jump and with a circular move, he cut the volture's belly. When the bird fell dead on the ground, Hercules, breathing heavily, went near the giant.

''Prometheus, son of Iapetus, I've come to set you free'', he announced and when he broke the chains, sparks flew. After centuries, the Titan was finally free. He rubbed his shoulders and stretched his back feeling his muscles coming back to life.

''Thank you'', he grinned at the hero who freed him.

''No. I should thank you on behalf of mankind'', Hercules said and Prometheus nodded his head with a smile.

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Artemis And Actaeon

The first beams of the morning sun had just appeared in the sky when Actaeon, carrying his bow and quiver, unleashed his five hounds and headed to the forest beyond the mountain standing over his village. The long journey became even harder when at noon, the clouds thickened and heavy rain began to fall. Actaeon found refuge in a small dent of the mountain, where he crouched with the dogs waiting for the storm to end.

''Damn it!'', he shouted. ''It will be night by the time we get to the forest''. He was right. They remained in the same spot for hours and when the grey clouds disappeared, stars were already visible on the night sky. Cursing, he got out barely handling the dogs, who needed to run after so many hours of standing still. ''Come! Come!'', he shouted making sure they stayed by his side. ''What am I supposed to do now?'', he wondered as darkness started to spread around. ''We'll spend the night here and tomorrow, on first light, we'll go hunting. If only I could find an inn! But we are in the wilderness''. Since he had no choice, he laid down under a willow tree with his dogs, where he tried to sleep with the gurgling sound of the brook nearby. He wasn't totally asleep, when he heard laughter and girly voices. He got up looking around bewildered but he couldn't see anybody. He silently walked towards the source of that hustle and found himself in front of several girls enjoying a night swim in the cool water. The young women were playing, giggling and splashing each other as they waded in the stream. Actaeon sat behind a rock gazing at them but when his eyes fell on the woman who swam alone further away, he couldn't help himself but stare. The water was shining on her long, caramel brown hair, while her blue eyes stood out in the moonlight magnetizing Actaeon. When she was done, she came out at the bank of the river, causing a turmoil within him. What a sight! He had never seen a woman like this in his whole life. Such a marvellous face, a body fit and shaped like a statue! Such a feast for the eyes! Unfortunately, she got dressed too quickly, hiding the beauty of her body from his eyes.

''Alright, you've had enough fun'', she said to the other girls grabbing her bow and arrows from a tree. They got out of the water and as they began to dress, their leader turned around furrowing her eyebrows. A low sound came from afar, approaching very fast. Rustling of leaves, light steps, quick exhales and... Barking.

''No, no, go away!'', Actaeon whispered to his dogs that were too worried about their master missing and came to check on him.

''Who is there?'', asked the woman. Actaeon, giving the hounds an angry glance, stood up and looked at the woman he was staring a minute before in the eyes.

''Who are you?'', she asked in a harsh manner.

''I'm called Actaeon, honey'', he replied with a smile. The cold look of her eyes did not discourage him at all. ''I decided to stay here for the night and when I heard voices and laughter, I came to see what's going on.''

''Oh... So, what did you see exactly?'', she asked strictly. His sly smile was enough to make her furious.

''You shouldn't get mad'', he said with no shame. ''A beauty like yours isn't supposed to remain hidden''. The young woman laughed at his chickyness.

''You don't consider this wrong, do you? Watching clueless women while they're swimming...''. She turned her back to him taking a deep breath but then she looked at him with her blue eyes. ''Not even gods are allowed to see a sworn virgin goddess naked.''

''What are you talking about?'', he asked but noticing the details, he saw. Her extraordinary beauty, the bow, the arrows, the cruel look in her eyes that proved she was not kidding... His smile froze on his lips. He felt his knees shaking as he fell down. ''Mercy, my goddess!'', he begged. ''I didn't mean what I said. If I knew the sacrilege, I'd prefer to lose my sight than dare to lift my eyes upon your godly face!''. Artemis stood arrogant looking at him with disdain. 'How can this mortal address to me in such a manner and then weep and beg for forgiveness?'

''You think your pleading will save you?'', she said angrily. ''You'll tell no one of what you saw.''

''I swear, my goddess. I will not tell a soul'', Actaeon promised kissing the earth in front of her feet.

''I don't believe you'', she said with a cold voice. ''Get lost!''. His instinct told him to run as fast as he could. He did not even stand. He crawled backwards and when he got far enough, he stepped on his feet and ran. But no matter how fast he ran, the goddess' rage reached him. Actaeon felt the strength of his legs abandoning him and fell down, trying to escape even on all four. Although he didn't expect it at first, he was surprised to see he was really fast. He heard barking behind him and turned to see his dogs following. They looked excited. Perhaps, too excited... Exactly like every time they hunt. Lowering his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw. He was not running on his hands. He had no hands! What he saw, were... Hooves! Thin, dark brown limbs covered in fur that ended in hooves.

The five hounds ran like the wind. What a nice deer! Magnificent, huge, with big horns like tree branches. They had never seen an animal like that. They could almost taste it feeling it so close. There would be enough meat for them all, delicious too. The longer it took to catch it, the better the reward. It was close. An oak tree had dropped its heavy branches low and the panicked deer didn't have time to react. Its horns were caught between the branches. The deer desperately tried to escape, but in vain. The last image imprinted on its terrified eyes was the hound that rushed on its neck killing it quickly, so it would not suffer any longer.

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Hermes And The Oxen Of Helios

''Where is this child wandering again?'', Maia asked herself searching for her son in the fields. Since he'd begun to crawl, he wouldn't stand in one place for more than a minute. Now that he was old enough to run around, Maia was unsuccessfully trying to restrain him. ''Hermes? Hermes? Where are you?''

''Here, mummy'', said the boy suddenly revealing himself from the corn field with his blonde head barely reaching the top of the wheat.

''Haven't I told you not to wander? Don't you have any sympathy for your mother?''. The toddler looked at her as if he was saying 'why all the fuss?' and Maia just exhaled. ''Fine. I quit. No one can reason with you''. She lifted him up and went back home. ''Since you spend the day wandering around without getting anything done, why don't you do something useful?'', she said cleaning the dirt from his clothes and face. ''Your brother, Apollo, stopped by yesterday and asked me to let you tend Helios' oxen. So what do you think? Would you like to become a shepherd?''

''Oh, cows!'', the boy said clapping his hands and his enthusiasm made Maia grin.

''How is it that I can't stay mad at you?'', she said squeezing her little boy.

For the next days, Hermes was taking the oxen to pasture every morning, returning home in the evening. But during night, he missed his flock. He wanted to spend the entire day with his oxen and never leave them. One night he thought of a plan which he carried out the following morning. He tied together a dozen of oxen and led them to a cave near his house that he had discovered in one of his many explorations. In order to keep their tracks hidden, he put some mud and a few leaves on their hooves. But before he had a chance to hide them inside, he saw an old man coming from the opposite direction.

''Good morning, kid'', he said passing by him as Hermes was pulling the oxen towards the entrance. ''Where are you taking the flock?''

''I...'', Hermes mumbled, ''... I wanted to give a present to my mum. It's a secret, so don't tell anyone!''

''Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me'', the old man said and walked away. Not a long time passed, when he ran into a young man on a crossroad.

''Excuse me'', he said politely. ''Have you seen a boy with a few oxen?''

''Yes, I saw a kid taking his oxen in a cave nearby.''

''I see...'', said the young man smiling. ''Well, there is no telling tales from the dead.''

''What?'', the old man said dumbfounded and then he stopped talking. His mouth, like the rest of his body, turned into stone and he remained there standing on the side of the road. Then, Hermes took his true form again and headed to the cave. Just outside, he saw a turtle walking slowly on the grass, took its shell out and used its nerves to make strings. He stretched them on the edges of the shell creating a brand-new musical instrument. Content with his achievement, he entered the cave, sat among his dear oxen and started to play several melodies. He was so carried away by the songs he contrived, that he didn't realize when the night fell.

Apollo, noticing that the oxen were still missing, began to search for Hermes, intending to scold him for daring to steal his oxen. He went to look for him at his house but Maia said that Hermes hadn't stopped by. Eventually, he decided to search around. Passing by a cave, he heard a melodic sound coming from inside. He went in, where he found the oxen sleeping peacefully and at the centre, he saw his little brother playing music with an instrument of his own invention.

''What are you doing?'', he asked.

''I'm putting them to sleep'', Hermes answered unruffled. Bemused Apollo sat in front of him looking at his innocent face.

''Will you let me play too?''

''What will you give me in exchange?''. Apollo looked around and made up his mind very quickly.

''If you accept, I'll offer you an ox.''

''All mine?'', the boy exclaimed.

''All yours''. They shook hands and Hermes chose the ox he wished to take home with him, returning the rest to the stable. Then, he offered the shell to Apollo, who called it a lyre, keeping it always with him as his favourite musical instrument.

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Iphigeneia's Sacrifice

Agamemnon stepped out of his tent and stared at the ships waiting at the port. They had been ready to sail for days but wind was making it impossible. 'I shouldn't have killed that deer', he kept thinking. Kalchas, the seer, made it clear.

<''Goddess Artemis is very angry at you for killing the deer in her sacred forest. Because of your recklessness, she won't allow the wind to blow, until you placate her.''>

Sighing deeply, he entered his tent and stood in semi-darkness. He had no choice. The fleet should set sail for Troy, no matter what. Men had gathered from Thessaly, Mycenae, Sparta, Pylos, Ithaca, waiting for the campaign to start but they were still stuck in the port of Aulis. Even though it was extremely difficult for him, he couldn't delay any longer. He put a small piece of parchment on the table and began writing.

Klytaimnestra couldn't hide her enthusiasm after reading her husband's message.

''Iphigeneia! Iphigeneia! Come here!'', she shouted at her daughter, who was in their garden feeding a little donkey.

''What's going on?''

''Get ready! We're going to meet your father.''

''Why?''

''He called us in Aulis for a great purpose. Please, get ready as soon as possible.''

''Are Orestes and Electra coming too?''

''No'', she answered piqueing Iphigeneia's curiosity. Despite the trip was short, the young woman kept asking her mother about the reason they travelled. ''My sweet girl, you are so lucky'', she said giving in her pressure. ''Agamemnon has made the best decision for you.''

''What do you mean?''

''He thought that before they leave for Troy, you should marry Achilles, the brave warrior. Isn't it incredible?''. Iphigeneia nodded having nothing else to say. She was always an obedient daughter and knew that her father would choose her husband. So, if he considered Achilles to be the best choice, he should be right. Getting to Aulis, they immediately headed to Agamemnon's tent. ''Husband! What a pleasant surprise! I looked forward to seeing you in person!''

''Yes, I'm sure you did'', Agamemnon said in a failed attempt to smile. ''Child...'', he said going near his daughter and kissing her tenderly on the forehead. ''Go to the tent nearby to get yourself comfortable and then we'll talk.''

''As you wish, father. I'll see you later'', she said leaving her parents speak in private.

''What's wrong?'', Klytaimnestra asked. ''You've been acting strange since we got here. I'm so thrilled about the wedding, instead you look miserable''. Not saying a word, he turned around and placed his hands on the table with his head low. Klytaimnestra went near him, hugged him from behind and rested her head on the soft fabric of his chiton. ''What is it?'' Is it Achilles? He didn't agree?''

''No'', he said with a sigh. ''That's not it.''

''What then?'', she asked. ''Open up your heart, husband. Talk to me. What troubles you so? Perhaps I can help.''

''No one can, wife. No one''. Klytaimnestra held his face and turned it to her.

''You're scaring me, Agamemnon. Tell me what happened.''

''You are right to be scared'', he said making her really worried. ''Because... This is horrible.''

''Tell me'', she said with clenched teeth. ''We'll deal with it together.''

''I didn't mean to... But I incurred Artemis' wrath''. His wife remained silent waiting for him to continue. ''Now she won't allow our ships to sail. Kalchas said that I must placate her.''

''How will you do that?'', she asked after a few seconds of absolute silence.

''The only way for her to accept my apology is...'', he tried to speak but words did not come out of his mouth. He saw his wife staring at him with a cold glance and couldn't find the strength to continue.

''How will she accept your apology, Agamemnon?''

''I must... I must offer Iphigeneia to her'', he answered as tears ran down his cheeks.

''Offer her? In what way?''

''As a sacrifice''. That was it. He said it. Agamemnon stood in front of his wife, queen and mother of his children, telling her she should sacrifice her daughter, so that the fleet could sail away. He looked at her face, which - if possible - seemed even colder. It did not betray any feeling, any sorrow or understanding. He could not guess what could be in her mind. He said nothing else, only stood there waiting for her reaction.

''Now I get it'', she murmured with a blank stare.

''What?'', he dared asking.

''Why the soldiers looked at us like that. I saw it earlier but I couldn't explain it. Now I get it. It was pity. Pity... For the girl who is about to be sacrificed and for the mother who leads her daughter to her slaughter. To a slaughter, not a wedding!'', she said bursting into tears.

''I'm so sorry it got to this'', Agamemnon said and Klytaimnestra slapped him angrily. He did not get mad at her, though. He expected that.

''Shut up! I can't listen to you anymore'', she screamed pulling her hair. ''I won't let you do it. I'd rather kill you with my own hands...''

''Mother!'', Iphigeneia called entering the tent. She held her mother's hands and kissed them weeping. ''Mother... If that's what gods ask of me, I accept my fate.''

''What are you saying? Are you mad? Are you going to sacrifice your life for your father's war?''

''Gods determine my fate and I will obey. I wish you to win the war, father, so that my sacrifice won't be in vain. I will gladly give my life for you'', she said running into his embrace. Agamemnon held her close without saying a word but his wife was shocked. Shaking her head, she went out, due to the fact that it was impossible for her to breathe in that tent.

The preparations for the sacrifice began right away and soon everything was ready. Artemis' altar was erected next to the port and Iphigeneia, after her purification, was led to it. Her father stood there with his head low, trying to hide his tears. On the other hand, Klytaimnestra stood far away, just outside her tent, with her proud eyes set on Agamemnon's face. She was determined to look at him during the whole ritual, to see how he could bare to kill his own child.

''Forgive me, daughter'', said the king to Iphigeneia, who fell on her knees as he raised the axe. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. Then everything went dark. Not just for Iphigeneia but everyone. A thick, black cloud covered them all and when it dissipated, Iphigeneia wasn't there anymore. In her place there was only a deer, which Agamemnon gladly sacrificed to Artemis, happy that his daughter was safe. The goddess took pity on her and kept her alive. Soon afterwards, they felt a gentle breeze and the good mood returned to the soldiers, who started to board the ships heading to Troy. In a while, the fleet was quite far. The only person remaining behind was Klytaimnestra. She walked slowly towards the altar and dipped her fingers in the deer's blood. Blood that could have easily been her daughter's. This thought wandered through her mind. Agamemnon was about to sacrifice Iphigeneia. If the goddess hadn't stopped him, it would be the lifeless body of her child lying on that altar.

''No'', she murmured. ''I won't let this go unpunished''. With her fingers red from the blood, she took an oath. An oath she would keep if Agamemnon ever returned from Troy... No matter what.

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Adonis

Goddess Aphrodite took her bath in the cool water of river Eurotas and got out completely nude. The three Charites rushed to dress her in a white cloak with red flowers and put golden sandals on her feet. With delicate fingers she brushed her blonde hair which fell like a golden waterfall to her knees and began to laugh as her attendants were playing in the river. All of a sudden, she heard a squeaky sound behind her. She walked towards its source to find out that it came from a newborn baby boy shivering and crying like a kitten. When she took him tentatively into her arms, the baby immediately stopped crying, opened his eyes and smiled at her.

''You are the cutest baby I have ever seen!'', she said enchanted by those turquoise eyes. ''Who left you here?'', she wondered looking around. ''Well, it doesn't matter. Now I found you. Oh, I wish I could take you to my palace but I don't trust the other gods. You must be protected from their envy''. She ordered her servants to return to Olympus and then headed to the darkest kingdom of the world with the baby in her arms.

''What is it exactly that you need from us?'', Hades asked her.

''I'm asking you to raise this baby here, in the Underworld, where no one can harm him. He is so beautiful... I fear he could be in danger in the world of humans and even more at Olympus. All gods will be jealous and they'll try to hurt him. Please, keep him here with you till he's old enough. Then, he won't be defenceless anymore and he can stay with me.''

''I cannot make such a decision on my own. Persephone must agree, too. My dear, what do you think?'', he asked the goddess sitting next to him.

''I think it will be wonderful to have a little baby'', she said eagerly.

''If that's what you wish, then it shall be done'', Hades declared. Persephone's face was shining with joy the moment Aphrodite put the beautiful baby in her arms. She kissed his chubby cheek and her heart was overwhelmed with the feeling of motherhood. ''How are you going to call him?'', her husband asked.

''His name will be Adonis'', she answered proudly.

Little Adonis was growing up happily with his foster parents, becoming more beautiful day by day. Persephone was living a dream. For many years she craved to be a mother, yet now her desires were fulfilled with the arrival of little Adonis. Hades, on the other hand, only cared for her happiness. He never felt the need to become a father but Persephone's desire for a big family, made him consider it very seriously. Just when he was about to discuss it with her, Adonis came into their life and became priority number one... He was their son. Persephone became his mother the first moment she held him. However, Hades was an introvert and unreachable man, so he needed more time to get used to the idea of being a parent. When Persephone had to return to her mother, it would be the first time she'd leave the child to Hades' care alone. Six months later, she came back home to discover that her husband had become this baby's father in every sense. Life in the Underworld went on this way for the happy family, until one day, Aphrodite showed up at their castle.

''I've come to take the boy'', she told the royal couple. ''Where is he? He must be a grown-up man by now.''

''Yes, he is'', Persephone responded, eyes shining with tears. 'I don't understand. I always knew one day she'd come and take him. Why am I acting like this?'

''Come with me. I'll lead you to him'', Hades said seeing his wife's sadness. He accompanied Aphrodite to Persephone's garden where Adonis was. When she laid eyes on him, she felt like thunder stroke her. He was so perfect, that she fell in love in an instant. She had never met anybody who could stand by her side but this young man's beauty was close to even hers. ''Adonis!'', Hades called making the young man turn his turquoise eyes towards them capturing Aphrodite's heart.

''What do you need, father?''

''I'd like to introduce you to Aphrodite. She is the one who found you and brought you to us''. Adonis greeted her kindly and Hades noticed that they couldn't take their eyes off each other.

''Adonis, you'd make me really happy, if you agreed to live with me at Olympus''. Adonis looked at Hades not knowing what to say. His father patted him on the shoulder giving his consent to decide on his own.

''Sure'', he responded. No mortal or immortal ever denied the Goddess of Beauty and Love. This certainly hurt Hades but he could understand. The question was if his wife would too.

''Darling, try to be cool about this'', he told her as they were about to say goodbye.

''Okay...'', she said but she couldn't stop her tears.

''Mother... Father...'', they heard Adonis' voice and Persephone threw herself in his embrace.

''My boy... I wish you didn't leave! I wish you could stay with us!''

''Persephone, don't make this more difficult for him'', Hades pleaded but she wouldn't let her son off her embrace.

''Mum, don't act like this. I'm not leaving for good. I'll come and visit you often'', he promised. Then, Adonis kissed his mother, hugged his father, turned around and left the Underworld holding Aphrodite's hand.

''We shouldn't let him go'', Persephone weeped in Hades' arms.

''There's nothing we could do, sweetheart.''

''He is still too young.''

''He is not, Persephone. He is a man now.''

''We should have stopped him'', she insisted.

''How? Should we ask Zeus to decide? Should he stay half of the year with us and half of the year with Aphrodite?''

''No... No, that's not what I want for him. What am I doing, Hades? What's wrong with me? Am I turning into my mother?''

''No'', Hades laughed and kissed her tenderly. ''It's just that now you are a mother too. You need to be close to your child. But... Adonis and Aphrodite belong together. Like we do''. Persephone sank deeper to her husband's embrace with a sigh.

Time passed and Adonis' promise that he would visit his parents remained a promise. He was so drunk of Aphrodite's love, that he couldn't think of anything else but her. He only wished to see her sweet face while she gave all her love to him. They were staying at her palace, enjoying each other, never separating even for a minute.

''Where is Aphrodite?'', Ares asked Dionysus at a symposium Zeus threw to honour Apollo.

''Don't you know yet?'', Dionysus wondered filling his cup for the third time.

''Know what? I have been away at war for months.''

''It's been a long time since Aphrodite joined any of the meetings.''

''Why is that?''

''She prefers to spend her time in her palace with her new love interest'', he said cunningly.

''Who?''

''Adonis... I think...''. Ares emptied his cup and stormed off. He left without saying goodbye and ran to Aphrodite's palace with his chariot.

''Ares? What are you doing here?'', the goddess said as she went down the stairs half-naked.

''I came to see you. I've missed you so much...'', he whispered caressing her smooth cheek.

''Yeah... I'm a litlle busy right now'', she said trying to avoid him.

''Are you sending me away, Aphrodite?''

''I told you I'm busy'', she snapped.

''Fine. I won't bother you anymore. We'll talk another time'', Ares said walking towards the exit.

''What's wrong, my love?'', Adonis asked from the bedroom. ''Who was it?''

''No one'', she answered returning to him.

As time went by, Adonis began to miss his parents and decided to finally visit them, which of course, made Aphrodite feel awful.

''I won't be away for too long. I'll be back in a few days.''

''As long as you're not with me, I can't stop worrying.''

''I'll be back with you before you know it'', he said with a sweet kiss. But that wasn't enough of a cure for his absence.

''Return to me, do you hear me? I'll be waiting for you.''

''Stop worrying so much. I love you'', he told her before he closed the door behind him. He was hardly away from the palace, when he heard a growl next to the path and the sound of leaves from a bush. Then he saw a wild boar debouching behind it. Its eyes were red and Adonis stepped back opening his arms in order to calm it but he failed. The huge beast rushed and nailed its sable tusks into the young man who collapsed writhing in pain. Aphrodite seeing this from the window ran to him. She barely had the time to hold him in her arms, before the light in his eyes went off forever.

''No! No!'', she screamed holding him tight and crying bitterly. Her tears fell on the earth and beautiful windflowers sprouted from the soil in rememberance of her lost love. A bit farther, behind a pine tree, Ares turned his back on the scene and departed with a smile.

''Persephone?'', Hades said quietly while his wife was engaged in the reviving of a pink rose bush.

''What is it?'', she asked absent-minded.

''It's Adonis...'', he said getting her attention. ''He's here.''

''Really? Has he finally come to see us?''

''Not exactly'', he tried to explain but he did not have the courage to speak clearly.

''What do you mean? Is he here or not?''

''He is... But not for a visit.''

''Why then?''

''Persephone, honey...'', Hades said going to her with a sad look. ''Adonis came here to stay.''

''Really? He is staying in the Underworld! He came back to us!''

''No, Persephone.''

''Hades, you're driving me crazy! What are you talking about?''

''Adonis entered the Underworld as a spirit, Persephone'', he admitted in anguish. ''Thanatos brought him in a while ago. A wild boar...'', he said with a cracked voice. Persephone stood frozen in front of him. The minute she realized what she had heard, she twitched and a sob escaped her lips. Hades hid her in his embrace, slowly stroking her back in an effort to comfort her.

''Where is he?'', she asked finding her voice again.

''Follow me''. He led her to the most beautiful part of the Elysian Fields, a place she had turned into her personal garden when she first arrived at his kingdom. There stood her beloved boy surrounded by the beauty he was always engulfed in.

''Adonis?'', Persephone whispered.

''Mother!'', he said running to her.

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Dionysus' Birth

She was walking barefoot with slow, lazy steps along the garden full of colourful flower beds, where tall trees laden with fruit rose on both sides of a path. Passing under a pear tree, she cut a juicy pear and ate it. A little further, she noticed a strange tree. It was strange, because she had never seen it before. It had a tall and thin trunk, which branched out horizontally to all directions. Large, green leaves covered every branch hiding the sky above and each stalk held many shiny bulbs, some light-green and others, violet. As she reached out to cut one of these beads, she heard a loud noise and the earth shook beneath her feet. She stepped back, looked above and saw an outstanding scene in front of her. The tree was on fire, probably because of the thunder that fell nearby. The flames were licking the leaves and the blooming branches, taking away their green colour and leaving them pitch-black. Such an image made her feel a little sad. What seemed odd, though, was the fact that despite the fire burnt the whole tree down, it left the fruits intact as they kept shining among the disaster.

''Wake up, my lady. It's almost midday'', her servant said opening the window allowing the sunlight and fresh air to come in. Semele opened her eyes and slowly sat up thoughtful.

''I had a very strange dream'', she said but the old woman didn't mind her.

''The longer we sleep, the more we dream. Get up, you must go to the market with your mother''. The girl got up, put her light-blue chiton on and followed her mother to the market.

''We should sew clothes and sheets for your wedding.''

''I'm not getting married, mum.''

''It doesn't matter. We won't leave it for the last minute. Besides, lots of nice men have already asked your hand in marriage. You must pick one, Semele. You can't keep rejecting them all. You should create your own family...''. After a while, Semele stopped listening. She had already listened to that speech so many times. On the contrary, it was her mother the one who never listened to what she had to say. She was only interested in marriage while Semele was interested in love. She knew that a girl was supposed to be serious, shy, to stay in the house until her father chose the man she'd marry and she should just accept her fate. But that wasn't the life Semele was dreaming of. What she wished for, was to meet a young, handsome man who would make her fall madly in love, who would drill in her every thought and who would do anything to conquer her heart.

''Where could he be?'', she sighed.

''What did you say?''

''Nothing, mum... I was just thinking...''. Her mother stepped a little further away to check some fabrics. At the same time, Semele went to stand in front of the perfume counter.

''These are made of flowers and fruits, miss. Check them, if you'd like'', the merchant said when Semele lifted her glance at him. Blonde hair blowing in the breeze, short-cut beard that looked golden in the sunlight, blue eyes like the sky, shiny smile. ''Miss, are you all right?'', he asked her and she came to her senses. 'It seems I was just staring at him all this time', she thought feeling her cheeks burn.

''I don't know what to choose. What do you propose?''. He gave her an examining look and then took a little red bottle.

''I think you'll like that. It's cherry.''

''Semele, come here'', her mother called her.

''I'm buying a perfume'', she said putting a coin in the merchant's hand and keeping the contact a little longer than necessary.

''All right. Let's head home now'', her mother said as she walked away with Semele behind her. The girl's eyes, though, remained stuck on the young merchant.

Several days passed and each time Semele smelled her new perfume, it brought back to her mind every second from that noon, every word, every glance. She was dying to see him but she couldn't find any excuse. Once or twice, she asked her parents if she could go to the market but they said no. Furthermore, she knew that merchants did not stay in one place for long. What if she never saw him again? These thoughts languished her, making the poor girl cry herself to sleep, almost daily, until one night, as she was staying up late thinking of that handsome young man, she heard a knock on the window. At first, she didn't mind it but then she heard it again. She got up and went to the window to see what was going on outside.

''Oh! What are you doing here? How did you know where I live?''

''It wasn't so hard'', the young man replied. ''Everybody knows where the prettiest girl in town lives.''

''The prettiest girl, eh? I didn't know I made such an impression on you.''

''Perhaps I hid it well but it's true.''

''Really?''

''Of course. I've been expecting you for days but you didn't show up.''

''I wanted to'', she immediately said. ''It's my parents. They don't allow me to go out on my own.''

''As they should. People ought to keep an eye on what's precious''. For a few seconds, they remained silent. ''Well... It's getting too cold out here'', he said rubbing his hands together. ''Can I come in for a while?''. Semele was a little reluctant. With her parents sleeping next door, it did not seem right to let a stranger enter her room, especially a man.

''I'm not sure...''

''Only for a while'', he promised. ''You have no reason to be afraid. I'd never do anything without your consent''. Hearing this, she became a little suspicious but she really wished for a few minutes alone with him.

''All right... But be quiet!''. After her night visitor got in her room, Semele closed the window without making a sound.

''It's nice in here! Warm...'', he whispered. ''Would you rather I left?'', he asked seeing that she kept her distance from him.

''No, no. You can stay. It's just...''

''Just what?''

''It feels weird... Alone with a stranger...''

''Well, we are not strangers'', he said getting closer. ''How can you be a stranger to me, when I can't stop thinking about you? Don't you feel the same way about me?''

''Certainly... But...''

''There is no 'but'. Nothing keeps people who love one another apart''. Semele remained still as his hand softly caressed her cheek and then came down to her shoulder. Deep inside, she knew this wasn't right but she was unable to stop, because she wanted it. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. When he did, she began to melt in his embrace and then everything came so naturally. There was no shame, no regret. It all happened exactly as she had imagined and with the person she had imagined. Lying in her bed with his arms around her, she felt that it was the best night of her life and happy times were ahead of her.

''Good morning'', she said touching his messy, blonde hair.

''Good morning to you too, Semele'', he murmured.

''Oh, I just realized we spent the night together and you haven't told me your name yet''. His beautiful eyes opened widely giving her a stunned glance.

''It doesn't really matter. Only our night together matters.''

''Sure. It was perfect. But shouldn't I know your name? How do I call you?''

''Call me 'love''', he suggested getting comfortable in bed.

''You know that you are my love. I just want you to tell me your name.''

''Are you sure?''. Semele nodded. ''Well... My name is Zeus.''

''So you are named after the king of gods.''

''Not exactly'', he said standing. He got dressed and leaned against the door still looking at her. ''I am Zeus. In person.''

''Seriously?''. The young woman needed a couple of minutes to deal with it. ''You mean... Last night... I...''

''Last night, you slept with a god'', he said going near her for a hasty kiss.

''That's amazing... So now...''

''Now what?''

''I mean... What are we going to do now? Will I see you again?''

''Do you want to see me again?''

''Of course I do!''

''All right. Tonight, leave your window open. Now close your eyes''. She did what he asked and then felt his lips on hers, but when she opened her eyes again, he wasn't there anymore.

That night he joined her in bed, as he did all the following nights. Semele was living in a fantasy. Out of so many beautiful girls, the God of Heaven had chosen her and she was extremely happy.

''There is something I must tell you'', she whispered one rainy night while she was lying next to him.

''What is it?''

''I think...'', she hesitated. ''I mean, I'm sure... I'm expecting a child.''

''I know.''

''What? How?'', she asked but his look gave her the answer. ''Why didn't you tell me?''

''It wasn't necessary. You'd realize it anyway.''

''Are you happy that we're having a baby?''

''Yeah, sure.''

''I wonder, is it going to be a boy or a girl?''

''It's a boy'', he stated.

''You know everything! Can you share anything about our baby with me? What is he going to do when he grows up?''

''Our son won't be just an ordinary man, Semele. He will be a god.''

''Really?''

''Yes. A god who will bring joy to both mortals and immortals. He'll teach mankind how to enjoy life. That's why he will always have a special place in their hearts, because thanks to him, they'll forget their troubles.''

''Our son! A god!'', Semele murmured stroking the baby growing inside her womb. When her parents found out about this, they got really excited. Their daughter had the king of gods' favour, their grand-son would become a god... They never expected such greatness in their family. Also, Semele was happier than ever. She was smiling all the time, decorating her hair with ivy leaves and flowers to honour the god she would bring to the world. There was someone, though, who was not pleased at all with the development...

''Oh! I wasn't expecting to find you here'', Hera said entering her chamber and finding Zeus there, who was standing by the window looking at the flora of Olympus.

''Why do you say that? This is my house, too.''

''Yeah'', she said irritated. ''It's just that lately, you spend your nights elsewhere''. Zeus sighed as he walked slowly towards her.

''Here we go again! When are you going to accept me for what I am? When are you going to stop looking for something else in me?''

''Oh, I know you too well, Zeus. I'm not delusional.''

''Then, what's the problem?''. Hera took out the comb that kept her hair up and let them fall on her shoulders clenching her teeth.

''No problem at all'', she replied with her back to him. ''Don't worry, Zeus. I promise you will never see me cry again. So what are you planning to do? Are you staying or not?''. He went near her, caressed her arm and kissed her hair.

''I'm staying.''

Semele's belly was swelling as months passed and she was proudly showing it off, since a new god grew inside it.

''My baby boy!'', she said sitting in a comfortable armchair touching her belly. ''Who would have thought! When you're born, you'll enter the Pantheon! I can't believe it. It feels like a dream''. She suddenly heard a knock on the door and turned around to see who it was. ''Oh, it's you.''

''Yes, my lady. I'm here to make your bed. How do you feel today?''

''Like yesterday'', she answered with a wide grin. ''I'm drunk with happiness. Could you ever imagine my life would turn out to be so perfect?''

''Perfect?'', the servant commented.

''What's that supposed to mean?''

''I'm sure that your child will be great, but his father...''

''What are you talking about? My son's father is the greatest of them all. Zeus is the king of gods, Lord of heaven and earth.''

''I know. Your son is great and so is his father. But what about you, my child?''

''What about me?''

''Girl...'', she said starting to brush her hair, ''...you're too young and you don't know what's right for you. Men care only for themselves. Mighty Zeus is no exception. When he takes everything he needs of you, he'll leave you aside. You mean nothing to him. Eventually you'll see, he'll go back to Olympus beside his wife and you'll be left here all alone. He will never consider you equal to Hera.''

''Why are you telling me this now?''

''He shouldn't come to you as a commoner. You should demand of him to appear in his true form. Are you less important than his wife? No. You are the mother of his son. You are a mother of a god.''

''I haven't thought about it...''

''Well, I have. I haven't spoken until today, because I didn't want to upset you. I still don't, but I can't stand seeing him treat you like this. You must speak to him, my child. You must ask him to appear in front of you the same way he does to the other gods. Remember: You lie next to a simple mortal but Hera lies next to a god.''

''Oh, what is this?'', she asked while her servant attached a beautiful piece of jewelry to her hair: A silver comb decorated with blue and green gems creating an image of a peacock's tail.

''It was given to me when I was a girl but I haven't used it for a long time. I think it suits you more than me.''

''It's so pretty. Thank you'', she smiled. ''I will seriously consider what you told me.''

''Smart girl'', said the old woman with a pat and then limped away. When she closed the door behind her, she walked faster and faster. By the time she reached the exit, she didn't limp at all.

''She's right'', Semele said admiring her hairstyle when Zeus arrived.

''How is our son?'', he asked touching her belly lightly.

''He's fine'', she answered pouting.

''Hey, what's wrong?''

''Do you love me at all?''

''What kind of question is that?'', Zeus laughed. ''Of course I do.''

''Yeah, right!'', said the girl and turned her back to him. ''If you loved me, as you claim, you'd prove it.''

''Why are you saying this? Have I ever let you down?''

''Yes'', Semele said looking at him with teary eyes. ''You have never shown me your true form. I wonder what else should I do for you? I've offered you my body, my heart, I'm expecting your child... What else do you need to realize that you can trust me?''

''Baby...'', Zeus said surprised by the thoughts that crossed her mind. ''This is not the reason. It's because I don't want to put you in danger''

''Stop your excuses! It's because you consider me inferior'', she complained bursting into tears. Zeus was totally puzzled seeing her like this. He knew that she wouldn't believe him, no matter what he said. She was stuck with this idea and wouldn't let him be, until he agreed to do it.

''Fine'', he said and the sobbing stopped right away.

''Will you do it?''

''If it means so much to you...''. Semele opened her eyes widely, so as not to lose a second of the transformation. Eventually, she had to close them, because that white light spreading in the room was unbearably bright. She lifted her hands to her eyes trying to distinguish his form but it was impossible to see anything except that light.

''I was wrong'', she admitted. ''I can't... I can't look at a god in the eye. I'm sorry, love, for doubting you'', she said running towards him.

''Semele, don't!'', Zeus screamed but it was too late. The young woman rushed to him but instead, fell on his thunder and was burnt down, whereas the embryo she carried, survived hidden in the ashes. Zeus hurriedly took it into his arms feeling the powerful aura of the new god. He tore up his thigh and put his son inside, to protect him until it would be the time to be born. The spring morning little Dionysus came to life, vines grew across the entire world, ready to make people drunk with their sweet fruits.

Chapter Text

Orpheus And Eurydice

Returning from God Dionysus' feast at sunrise, Orpheus was looking forward to holding his wife in his arms. They were still newly-wed and each hour he spent away from her seemed like a century to him. He was often away due to his work. In every feast, in every wedding, Orpheus was always the first choice. No one could play the lyre like he did. He was considered equal to Apollo by many but when he got married, he made the decision to put his music aside and focus on enjoying his wife's company. The moment he entered the house, he put the lyre on a table and headed to his bedroom but when he opened the curtain which separated their room from the rest of the house, he saw that his wife wasn't in bed. A little confused, since it was too early in the morning for her to wake up, he went outside to look for her. He searched her at the coop, at the corral but she was nowhere to be found. He had to move away from home and wander in the meadow further from their village, until he saw a female body fallen among wild grass.

''Eurydice...'', he whispered running to her. His blood froze in his veins when he discovered that his wife was unconscious. ''Eurydice, what happened? Wake up!'', he said holding her, shaking her. But no matter how hard he tried, Eurydice's eyes did not open. Orpheus could see that her chest wasn't moving, that her nostrils remained still, that her pink face was now too pale. He could not admit it, though. ''My love...'', he said in-between sobs. ''What...? How...?''. He was so devastated that he couldn't complete a sentence. As he cried, he was caressing her face, her hair, her frozen hands. He rested his head on the nook of her neck grieving and then picked her up and carried her home, where he put her on their bed and sat next to her, never taking his eyes away from her face. ''How can it be?'', he wondered looking for an answer. What could take his beloved wife away so suddenly? After a couple of hours, as he took a look at her sandals, he noticed something. Over her right heel, exactly behind the ankle, there were four red dots and the whole area was swollen. ''These... These are snake bites'', he deduced and then turned his gaze upon her pale face again. ''My love... It can't be... No, I can't lose you like this! It's too soon''. Carried away by grief, he made an outrageous decision. ''I'll bring you back'', he promised to her lifeless body. ''I'll find a way to bring you back''. He kissed her hand, wiped his tears and headed to river Acheron holding his lyre. He had been walking tirelessly for days until he reached the river bank. He sat down, avoiding to look at the souls around him who waited to be transferred to the after-life. Late in the evening, a boat appeared from the entrance of a cave. On the prow stood a tall figure wearing a long, black cape, which even covered his face. Only the arms were visible as he held the row. The souls, following Psychopomp Hermes, boarded the boat, which began to sail slowly on the calm river. ''Please, take me with you!'', Orpheus shouted running to catch it.

''Why didn't you join the others?'', the ferryman asked with a harsh voice. He seemed to watch him for a while, his facial features hidden behind the hood. ''You're alive'', he stated.

''I am but I need to go to the Underworld.''

''It is not your time yet.''

''Please, let me come with you. I must speak to the lord of the dead.''

''To the lord of... Have you lost your mind, young man? Do you think you can just meet Lord Hades? I must inform you that you won't even get to the gate!''

''That's my problem'', Orpheus replied. ''Let me join you and I'll think of something. Please!''

''Anyway...'', Charon said after a while. ''I'm warning you, though: There is no way you get further.''

''Don't mind me. I'll find a way.''

''A coin'', he announced extending his arm. Orpheus opened up the pouch he had fortunately brought with him and put a coin into the wrinkled hand. ''All right. On board''. After he jumped in, Charon continued to row. Inside the cave, it was impossible to see anything because of the complete darkness but as they advanced, the place was lit up by torches attached to the stone walls of the cave. The boat kept floating on a river made of clouds, since a strange, thick fog had covered all of its surface. When they reached their destination, Orpheus was the last to disembark. He thanked Charon and walked beside a crystal blue lake admiring the landscape. A marvellous lake hidden deep into a cave surrounded by the fog made for a mystical view. Following the shadows, Orpheus reached an iron gate guarded by Cerberus. He was in awe to see the magnificent three-headed beast which started to bark angrily as he approached.

''Hush'', he said with a soft voice. ''I have no evil intentions. I just need to pass the gate and take my beloved back''. His explanation did not seem to be accepted by Cerberus, who continued to bark keeping him away from the gate. ''What am I going to do now?'', Orpheus wondered and then thought that his lyre could be the answer. He sat on a rock nearby, started playing it and with the sound of the first notes, the barking stopped. Cerberus' glance softened and he stretched his six ears, so he could better enjoy that divine melody. He slowly lowered his heads to the front feet falling asleep with the sweet sound of the lullaby.

''What's going on over there?'', a woman said. Orpheus stopped playing his music and ran to the gate.

''Could you please...'', he began but when he laid eyes on her, he couldn't speak another word. He'd never seen anyone that beautiful. Long, auburn hair, green eyes, a face of unsurpassed beauty. That woman could only be a goddess. ''Are you...'', he hummed lowering his eyes, ''...are you the queen of the Underworld?''

''Yes, I am Persephone. Who are you?''

''I am Orpheus, your majesty.''

''This is not a place for the living, Orpheus. How did you manage to get here?''

''Charon agreed to help me. He allowed me to disembark at Styx''. The goddess smiled noticing that he couldn't lift his eyes on her face.

''A man who convinced Charon into letting him in his boat and managed to put Cerberus to sleep like a puppy, shouldn't keep his eyes low''. Orpheus looked at her a little timidly. ''That's better! So what brings you here?''

''I've come to get my wife back. I lost her so suddenly and... I can't live without her. I need her back.''

''Is this why you came to the Underworld? To steal a resident?''

''Please, don't send me away!''

''I'm not'', Persephone replied. ''Although my husband will never agree to this. Do you have any idea how many mortals pray for the same thing? If he complied, there wouldn't be any dead in his kingdom.''

''And is that a bad thing?'', Orpheus remarked but he cowered when she gave him a strict look.

''This is the humans' fate, Orpheus'', she stated. ''No one can escape it, even if they're loved.''

''Just give me a chance to speak to him'', Orpheus begged falling before the goddess' feet.

''Speak to whom? Hades?''

''Let me try and if I fail, I'll return to the world of the living by myself''. His pleading eyes forced her to agree.

''Follow me''. She led him to the castle, where Hades was sitting on his throne judging the souls to decide whether they should be transferred to the Elysian Fields or Tartarus. ''Wait here''. Orpheus stood at the queue waiting for the judgement to end. When Hades announced his decision for the last soul, Orpheus was presented to him.

''What are you doing here? You're still alive'', he said strictly.

''Forgive me for disturbing you, my lord, but I really need to speak to you.''

''Did you know about this?'', he asked Persephone.

''Just hear him out and then you can decide what to do with him''. Hades looked casually at the mortal who kneeled in front of his throne and the goddess urged him to speak with a wave of her hand.

''My lord... My lady... I ventured here, because she must come back to life...'', he said but a sob didn't allow him to continue.

''I don't understand. What is he talking about?''

''It's about his wife. She died recently and he came to ask for her return.''

''Oh, gods...'', Hades said rolling his eyes. ''Do you have any idea how many mortals desire for their loved ones to return to life, young man? Why should I grant this wish to you?''. Orpheus lowered his head not responding. What could he say? How could he describe in words all that Eurydice meant to him? How could he prove to them how empty and unbearable his life was without her love? He plucked a string of the lyre. Then another... And another... That's when he realized it. There were no words. Only music had the power to express his feelings. Tears kept rolling on his cheeks, as he played her song. A melody gargle like her laughter, sweet like her kiss, heart-breaking like her loss. There were no words. Music made everything clear. Until the last note, he had said more than words could ever had. Looking up, he saw something that surprised him a lot. Goddess Persephone had turned her face the other way, trying to hide her tears and Hades, the god whose name brought terror to humans, the god who, for centuries, had seen infinite sorrow in the lives and deaths of the people who ceaselessly arrived in his kingdom, was visibly moved.

''Well?'', Persephone said. Hades touched her hand lightly, grateful that he had her in his life, grateful for every minute he passed at her side. The fact that many people did not have what he had, made their relationship even more special. Orpheus felt the same happiness for a while but it ended too soon. Hades thought that maybe he deserved a second chance.

''I believe that I could be a little generous once in a while'', he said turning to Orpheus. ''You can return home and your wife will follow. But be careful: You are not allowed to look at her while in the Underworld, because the flesh from her human form will return on the way back.''

''Thank you, my lord'', Orpheus said bowing to the divine couple. ''Thank you both. I'll never forget what you did for me''. He left the throne room crying and laughing at the same time as he took his way back passing by the same places. He passed by Cerberus, who even though was awake, remained silent. He passed by the beautiful lake, reached the banks of Styx passing by the spot where he had disembarked from Charon's boat and smiled. His heart was full of joy in every step. How miserable he was before and how happy now! Earlier he was all alone and in despair but now Eurydice was with him once again. Finally, he got near the exit of the cave. In a little while, they would join the world of the living. It seemed like a dream. He would see her again, he'd squeeze her in his arms. 'Isn't that so?', he wondered. 'This is really happening. She is behind me right now'. Suddenly, when previously every step brought him closer to happiness, now filled his mind with suspicion. Fear made his knees shake. 'What if...? What if she is not following me? What if I'm here all alone and when I get out, it will be too late? What if it's not true?'. He could now see the exit. The sunlight entered the darkness like doubts entered his mind. He froze. He could not take a step further. Not before he was certain. Just a few meters away from the land of the living, Orpheus turned around to look at her lovely face. He stopped breathing and his heart was beating like thunder. She was there! She was standing in front of him looking into his eyes. But sadly it didn't last. Her figure became aerial, transparent and as if a wind drew her back, she was lost into darkness again. ''No!'', he screamed reaching out to her but it was too late. The Underworld swallowed her and this time it would keep her forever. Orpheus let his arms fall by his side and set off for the Upper world, more lonely than ever.

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Admetus And Alcestis

''Are you happy, my love?''

''Of course I am. I've been waiting so long for this moment''. The young couple sat at the wedding table surrounded by family and friends who celebrated the happy union. Those two faced a lot of obstacles until they managed to get married and the biggest one was Admetus' parents.

Admetus had recently taken the throne of Pheres and his family thought it was the perfect time for him to get married. They had already chosen the most appropriate bride but as usual, Eros had his own plans. One morning, as Admetus went to the fish market to talk to his people and listen to their problems, he passed by Alcestis and then time froze. Since that moment, she became the most significant person in his life. Although his parents did everything in their power to persuade him that a fishmonger could never stand by his side as a queen, Admetus wouldn't have it. Alcestis, in spite of having her own doubts about taking up such an important role, agreed to marry him.

''I need you all to be silent now'', Admetus asked from his guests. ''I have a surprise for my queen''. When everyone quieted down, a golden beam appeared taking the form of a man with long, blonde hair, who started to sing accompanied by the sound of a lyre. ''Yes, he's exactly who you think of.''

''God Apollo?'', she exclaimed.

''We have been friends for years. When I asked him to play for us, he accepted immediately. Do you like my surprise?''

''Oh, it's wonderful'', she replied with a kiss. When the song finished, they all applauded and Admetus stepped near the young god.

''Thank you for this honour. Come here, Alcestis''. The queen joined them bowing to Apollo.

''I'm glad to see my friend happy with an excellent bride by his side. I wish you a life full of love and I'll make sure it will be a long one.''

''What do you mean?'', Admetus asked.

''My gift to you is something more than this song. I've asked the Fates to give you a long life. When your time comes, someone else will take your place offering you their remaining years.''

''Oh, gods... I don't know what to say...''

''Don't say anything. I told you, I have already arranged it. All you've got to do now is enjoy your life with your beautiful wife'', Apollo said before he disappeared into a flash of light.

''This means that our marriage will last longer'', Alcestis remarked closing her husband into her embrace.

Two years passed, which proved to Admetus how right he was for his insist on marrying Alcestis. Every day he beamed with joy next to her but as time went by, that started to fade. His face became pale and tired, till one day, as he inspected the grain in the warehouse, he suddenly collapsed. The servants carried him to his chamber and his family rushed to his side. A healer was called immediately, who arrived while the king was burning with fever, not being able to wake up.

''Unfortunately, his condition isn't getting better'', the healer said after examining the king.

''No, this can't be right!'', Alcestis said. ''It can't be that bad. God Apollo promised he would live a long life... How can you say that he's dying?''

''Perhaps, it's his time'', the healer guessed.

''No! We can't allow him to die. One of us must take his place''. Hearing this, his parents lowered their heads. ''Is there any relative who would be willing to do it?''

''No way'', his mother answered. ''Who could love him so much, to sacrifice their own life in order to save him?''. Alcestis leaned against the wall sighing with disappointment evident on her face.

''So, it's up to us'', she silently said but none of them met her gaze. ''Won't you do it? Are you willing to let your own son die?''

''Nobody wants that. But the way things are... Maybe this is his destiny.''

''Right... I don't know how you can live with this but I can't and since I have the choice, I'll do it. I'd rather die than live without his love''. She passed next to them without deigning to even look at them and entered her husband's chamber. He was lying in bed burning with fever. Alcestis touched his wet hair, leaned on him and gave him one last kiss, in an attempt to keep his taste on her lips forever. Without wasting any time, she rushed to Apollo's altar. There, after she prayed, she collapsed next to the fire burning in front of Apollo's statue. All of a sudden, Admetus' condition was spectacularly improved. The fever went down, he woke up and his eyes lit up again.

''Where is Alcestis?'', he immediately asked his parents. Immense sadness took over him, when they informed their son of her sacrifice. He cried bitterly and for the next days, he denied food and water. He just remained lain in his bed thinking of his beloved wife.

One evening, while Hercules passed by Pheres, he found out what happened to Admetus from one of his servants.

''Since that day our poor king has fallen into despair''. Hercules did not say anything and left the palace keeping his plan a secret. He travelled to the entrance of the Underworld and waited there. Later, he saw Hermes approaching followed by a crowd of shadows.

''Hey, Hercules, what are you doing here?''

''A friend of mine accidentally lost his wife and I came to see if there is anything I can do to fix it.''

''Accidentally?'', Hermes repeated. ''Brother, it doesn't matter. Right or wrong, accident or not, anyone who passes Hades' gates, never comes back to life again.''

''I know but it's worth a try. Actually, I think you can help.''

''Me? How?''

''I'd like you to bring me in contact with Thanatos. He's the one who took her, so he could intercede on my behalf.''

''What do you mean by that?''

''He could speak to Hades.''

''Wait a minute. You wish to ask Hades to bring someone back to life and you want Thanatos to help you out with that...''

''Exactly.''

''Have you lost your mind?''

''Why?''

''First of all, do you honestly think you can make Hades do anything? And second, there is no way I tell Thanatos you want to speak to him.''

''Why not? Besides, you work with him.''

''Oh, I don't work with him. I work for him. There's a difference.''

''Well, can't you...''

''Are you serious? I try to not even look at Thanatos and you want me to tell him something that will probably irritate him? No way. If you wish to help this friend of yours, find another way. But, please, leave me out of it'', Hermes said and with a shrug, he flew back to Olympus. Hercules sat on the grass thinking about what to do next. Since it had come to this, he was obliged to speak directly to Hades.

''Well, you're alive'', said a man who suddenly appeared in front of him rowing a boat.

''Yes. Sorry I didn't see you. I guess I was lost in my thoughts. Judging from the boat and the black cloak, you must be Charon.''

''I am. And who are you?''

''I'm Hercules, son of Zeus.''

''Oh, I see...'', Charon said, no excitement whatsoever. ''So Hercules, son of Zeus, what are you doing here?''

''I want to enter the Underworld'', he responded.

''Alive?''

''Yes, I'm on a mission.''

''Listen to me, young man!'', Charon said hitting the oar on the bottom of the boat. ''You can't stop by and ask me to let you in my boat while you're still alive! I am the ferryman of the dead, do you understand? My mission is to carry souls, not everybody who wants to meet their loved ones!''

''But I'm not here to meet my loved ones. I only want to ask Hades to bring a friend's wife back to life''. Hearing this, Charon inhaled, kept his breath for a while and then exhaled loudly.

''You will never stop pestering Lord Hades with your nagging, will you? You insist on trying to bring someone back to life, who will eventually die after all. Well, no! I will not agree to what you want, as if I'm your slave! 'Come here, go there, take me on the boat'! That's enough! My job is to board the souls of the dead, yes, the dead, cross the river and leave them on the Styx platform. Nothing more! That's what I do everyday and that's what I will continue to do and if you don't like it, find another way into the Underworld''. Hercules grabbed a small pouch, opened it and showed Charon what was inside.

''In this pouch, as you can see for yourself, there are two golden coins that will be yours, if you let me enter your boat. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?''. Charon gave him a glance full of hate and reached out sharply.

Hades sat on his ebony throne leaning his head on the left hand, keeping his bored gaze on Hercules.

''You're here to take one of my citizens back to the world of the living'', he said in a monotonous manner.

''Well, if you put it that way...''

''No'', Hades clarified and he calmly stood up and left the throne room.

''All right, I get it'', Hercules shouted. ''You need more time to think about it. I'll be waiting here''. Hades went to the garden shaking his head. Persephone was there, engaged in planting a queue of almond trees.

''Your brother is here.''

''Which one?''

''Hercules. And do you know what he wants? To bring a woman back to life. How many times must we go through with this?''. When the branch of the new tree appeared and got tall enough, Persephone stood in front of her husband.

''What do you intend to tell him?''

''Oh, I've already told him: No''. The Goddess of Spring gave her husband a hug and looked at him with pleading eyes.

''How about accepting his wish?''

''Are you joking? We can't just send them back one by one!''

''That's not what I said...''

''No, Persephone. I've already done this once and I honestly regret it.''

''But that's why you should accept. Last time, it didn't work because Orpheus did not trust us. It won't be the same now.''

''I can't do it. If I allow this again...''

''Only this one, my love'', she said snuggling him. ''Two people who love each other will have a chance to be together again. Let's not take that away from them''. Hades remained thoughtful for a while placing his chin on the top of her head.

''As always, I can't deny you anything'', he replied making his wife so happy that she grabbed his face and kissed him. ''That is not fair...'', Hades protested but another kiss ended the conversation.

Admetus had been depressed for many days. Holding his pillow, he couldn't stop thinking about Alcestis. How could he stand losing her? Apollo's gift was a curse after all... He wished he could die. It was impossible to live without her for the rest of his long life. Suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind. 'If Alcestis is gone forever, then I'll join her'.

''Who is it?'', he said hearing a knock on the door.

''Your majesty, somebody asks to see you at the throne room.''

''I don't want to see anyone.''

''You have to see this one, my lord. Hercules is here asking to speak to you. It isn't right to deny the son of Zeus''. Admetus dressed unwillingly and went to see the demigod hero. However, when he got there, his gaze fell upon another figure's long, black hair. Thick and wavy, just like hers. Seeing this woman brought even more sorrow to his heart. She looked like Alcestis but it wasn't her. His wife was gone and he would never see her again. However, as she turned around, he was surprised to see that she also had Alcestis' eyes, her nose, her smile...

''Alcestis?'', he whispered, not really believing it. He went near her, slightly touched her arm and his eyes filled with tears. ''Alcestis?''

''It is me'', she replied and the sound of her voice caused his knees to loosen. She kneeled beside him, closed him in her embrace and they cried holding one another, until Admetus found the strength to stand up and shake Hercules' hand.

''Thank you. We owe you'', he said holding his wife from the waist.

''Don't mention it. I rescued your wife, because I believed it was the right thing to do.''

''We're throwing a feast tonight. We should celebrate our reunion'', he announced with a bright smile. ''Will you join us?''

''But of course!'', said Hercules laughing as he headed to the guestroom in order to leave the couple alone.

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Eros And Psyche

Aphrodite was extremely furious as she rushed into Zeus' palace banging the door behind her and she sat on her throne shaking with anger. All gods around her remained silent for a long time until Zeus decided to speak.

''Well... I can't imagine what is bothering you so much but feel free to share your problems with us.''

''There is a woman in Sicily...'', Aphrodite said getting everybody's attention, ''... who has taken my place.''

''What do you mean by that?'', Hera asked intrigued.

''The people there worship her instead of me. Do you understand what I'm saying? They worship her as a Goddess of Beauty! Her, a mere mortal! They make no offerings to my shrines anymore. They take them all to her! That's what's bothering me! What am I supposed to do now, Zeus? Would anyone blame me if I sent her to Tartarus to be the goddess of beauty down there in the darkness?''

''I think you're overreacting'', he said. ''There is no need to take away such beauty from the world''. Hera's scowl made his throat dry, so he drank some nectar. ''I'm sure you can do better than that.''

''What do you propose?''

''Wouldn't it be more effective if you cursed her beauty?''. Aphrodite thought about it and smiled wickedly forming the perfect plan.

Eros sat in his armchair looking at the snowflakes out of the window. He felt a presence behind him and turned around hiding his face between his white wings.

''Mother, is something wrong?'', he asked noticing she was slightly upset.

''Not really'', she replied as soon as she sat next to him. ''I just need a favour. It's about a mortal woman, who needs to learn her place.''

He flew all the way to Sicily enjoying the wind that was blowing through his blonde hair and he landed outside a house, next to the half-open window. He got inside holding his bow and silver arrow. The woman, for whom his mother had sent him there, was sleeping unaware of the goddess' plan. Aphrodite's command was clear: He was supposed to hit her with his arrow and make her fall in love with the first creature she'd look at. It was Eros' job to make sure that creature would be something disgusting, something not suitable for such a pretty woman. He decided to get an animal, maybe a rat from the fields, put it next to the bed and wait for her to wake up. Once she opened her eyes, she'd see it and feel love conquer her. How happy would Aphrodite be to hear that the woman everybody admired, the woman they all considered to be more beautiful than even her, would fall madly in love with a rat! He lifted the bed curtain, aimed her heart but wasn't able to let the arrow go. The moment he saw her face, he realized he couldn't do it. All those who compared her to Aphrodite were actually absolutely right. Her beauty was equal to the goddesses'. She was stunning. There was something more to it, though. Her face was so sweet and calm while sleeping... Eros himself felt that sweetness and serenity. He was never a disappointment to his mother but he never before cared so much for a mortal. The winged deity lowered his bow unable to continue.

''Aouch!'', he said looking at his hand. The silver arrowhead was painted golden, due to the fact that he scratched his left index finger. Shocked, he clenched his fist to stop the ichor and flew away from that place.

''Oh, poor baby! How did this happen?'', Aphrodite asked when her son narrated what had occured.

''I don't know. All I know, is that I can't get her out of my mind. What am I going to do mother? I want to see her again and try to win her heart. I want her to love me.''

''I know, my boy'', she murmured stroking his hair softly. ''Don't worry. Leave it to me.''

The middle-aged woman finished her supper but remained at the table. Hearing the carriage stop outside the house, she ran at the door in anxiety.

''Well? What did they say at the oracle?'', she asked her husband, who entered with a sad face.

''They said that Psyche must go to Aitna.''

''To Aitna? Why? What is she going to do there?''

''Her future husband awaits her.''

''I don't understand. What is her fiancé doing on a volcano?''

''I'm telling you what the priests said, wife''. He walked towards a chair dragging his steps and fell on it grabbing his forehead. ''Our daughter's future husband is not a man.''

''But what?''

''He is...'', he paused searching for the right words. Nevertheless, he couldn't change the situation. ''... A dragon'', he uttered and a scream escaped his wife's lips.

Forced to accept the will of the gods, the poor parents led their daughter to Mount Aitna and said goodbye with tears. Psyche stood near the mouth of the volcano waiting for the terrible dragon to make its appearance and grab her with its claws. The hours passed, then night fell but the dragon hadn't shown up yet. Psyche's initial stress was replaced by weariness and she leaned against a smooth rock, where she fell asleep... The first thing she noticed when she woke up, was that she was not lying on a rock but on soft grass. She heard birds chirping and couldn't smell the hot lava anymore but something else, much more pleasant. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was lying in the middle of a prairie surrounded by wildflowers that spread their sweet fragrance all around.

''What happened? How did I end up here?'', she asked herself trying to realize where she was. She looked around to all directions but couldn't see the volcano. All she could see, was an endless plain. Since she had no other choice, she decided to explore it, in case she met somebody to help her. Although she had been walking for hours, she saw no one. Finally, she found herself in front of a big house, hidden in the woods. Psyche didn't waste any time and knocked on the door. She noticed that it was already open and she entered timidly. ''Hello?'', she said thinking that somebody definitely lived in this house. It wouldn't be impossible to run across an abandoned hut in a forest. But this wasn't just a hut. It was more like a palace. Next to the entrance and going on for the rest of the room, golden pillars rose supporting the wooden roof, which was carved from edge to edge with garland patterns. The walls were covered by silver leaves that showed representations of animals and birds, either during hunting or in everyday scenes on earth, sky and sea. Also, the floor was equally impressive, decorated with tesserae of precious stones and metals, giving a colourful and classy image to the space. On the left, near the lit fireplace, there was a large rectangular table laid with all kinds of delicacies: Roast meat, fish, potatoes, honey, nuts and fruits. Her stomach rumbled loudly in the complete silence.

''You can eat anything you want'', sounded a pleasant voice which made Psyche jump up with terror. It was like somebody stood exactly behind her but when she turned around, there was no one there.

''Forgive me for entering without your permission'', Psyche apologized looking around.

''Don't say that. I was expecting you.''

''How did you know that... You mean... Did you bring me here?''

''Not exactly, but it is not important. You can stay for dinner, if you'd like''. Psyche would love to reject the invitation and get out of that place. But unfortunately, she had no idea where she was. She had been wandering for hours before she found this house and if she decided to leave, she wasn't sure she could find shelter elsewhere. It was getting dark and she was afraid of staying outside alone in the woods. Furthermore, she was starving.

''How did I end up here?'', she asked when her stomach was full. ''I fell asleep on a volcano and woke up in a prairie. I need answers.''

''I'll provide them, but tell me something first... What were you doing on that volcano?''

''That's a question'', Psyche emphasized.

''Well, it is relevent to the answer you're looking for.''

''What does that mean?''. The voice remained silent for a long time. However, Psyche remained on her seat waiting for him to respond.

''You went there in order to meet your fiancé, isn't that right?''. The girl stared at the void but it was as if she was looking at him straight in the eye.

''How do you know this?''

''I do. I do, because it's me.''

''You? The dragon?''. The voice did not respond. ''What are you doing here then?''

''I live here'', he said. ''I thought that a volcano wasn't appropriate. I don't know if you like my home...''

''Well, it's nice.''

''I can imagine how you probably feel. This whole story is so bizarre.''

''Is it bizarre to you too?''

''It is. I never meant for this to happen. But when goddess Aphrodite gets angry, no one can deal with her.''

''So, we're both victims of her revenge'', Psyche commented but the voice did not speak. ''What do we do now?''

''What can we do?'', the voice said. ''We have to obey the gods''. Psyche got up without another word. 'An engagement feast', she thought looking at the table and then walked to the fireplace to warm her hands.

''Why don't you...'', she said but then she stopped talking.

''What is it?'', the voice urged her.

''Why don't you show yourself to me?''

''You don't want to see me'', said the voice. Psyche curled on the soft carpet next to the fireplace and looking at the flames, she drifted off fast.

By dawn, the fire was extinguished but Psyche wasn't cold because she was covered with a warm blanket.

''Thanks for the blanket'', she said touching the soft wool, not sure anyone could hear. She could never imagine herself to be stuck in a situation like this. When she was told of her fate, she got scared at first. While she was climbing to the volcano top, she believed that her life was over. She was certain that the dragon would eat her the moment it exited the volcano crater. Everything was different now, though. She was alive and the dragon lived in a wonderful palace.

''Good morning, Psyche'', the voice said. ''You really needed to sleep, so I didn't want to wake you. If you're hungry, there's breakfast served.''

''Thanks'', Psyche murmured as she went to the table. ''What is your name? You haven't told me.''

''My name is... It's a little difficult to pronounce... Not just you. Humans, in general.''

''What if I need to call you?'', she asked biting an apple.

''That won't be necessary'', the voice replied. ''I'll let you enjoy your meal now.''

''Just a minute! You can join me, if you want''. No response. ''Oh, he left.''

''No, I'm still here.''

''Hey, listen. We'll make a deal. Since you don't want to show yourself, you'll announce yourself whenever you enter or leave a room. Every time. Okay?''

''Okay.''

''Good. So, when I finish breakfast, I wish to see the rest of the house.''

''There is not much to see. Only two more bedrooms.''

''Is there a bedroom? Then why did I sleep on the carpet?''

''You didn't ask'', he said laughing. ''You simply curled near the fire.''

''Yeah, I was really exhausted. But it's great! Tonight I'm sleeping in a normal bed''. She got up before she emptied her plate, anxious to see her bedroom. She walked down a narrow hall and stood between two closed doors. The one on her right opened up and Psyche went inside. The chamber was spacious and bright with a large window from where she could see the forest that surrounded the house. On the opposite side, there was a big wardrobe with elegant clothes, more beautiful than she had ever seen. A long mirror in a golden frame was against the wall and right next to it there was a comfortable bed. ''Oh, at last!'', she said jumping on it. ''Where does the other door lead to?''

''That is my bedroom.''

''Oh... All right, thanks for the tour.''

''I'll leave you to rest now. I'll close the door behind me, so you know I left.''

''Ha-ha, funny!''. When she was alone, she laid her head on the soft pillow and immediately fell asleep. She woke up after sunset and she was surprised by the fact that she'd been sleeping for so long. The last two days were tiring and she obviously needed a lot of rest. She went to the wardrobe to watch her new clothes more carefully. So many fabrics, so many colours! She tried them on, one by one, standing in front of the mirror until she took a dark-blue cloak and wrapped it around her. She attached it around her right shoulder with an ivory brooch, wore a silver bracelet on her left wrist and got out of her room. She stood in front of his door and was about to knock, when she regretted it and quickly turned around heading to the living-room, where dinner was already served and the warmth from the fire covered the evening chill.

''You look very beautiful tonight'', the voice told her. ''You are always beautiful but this really suits you.''

''Thank you'', Psyche said as she sat down to eat. ''I feel sorry, though, that you don't allow me to see you. I could compliment you too.''

''If you saw me, you wouldn't have anything nice to say'', said the voice in a sad tone. ''At the least, I'd frighten you. At the most, you'd find me repulsive.''

''I think you're exaggerating.''

''Not at all'', the voice disagreed.

''What I believe, is that you have a good heart. Maybe you got into this situation unwillingly but I believe that you are good and kind. And you know what? Kindness and goodness could never be repulsive.''

''Do you really mean it?'', the voice asked.

''Of course I do'', Psyche replied drinking her wine. Her fiancé didn't eat or drink anything but she was certain that he felt as cozy as her. 'Does she honestly believe that such an ugly creature deserves to be loved?', he wondered. How could such a beautiful woman disregard ugliness so easily? They remained in silence for the rest of dinner time, while the dragon was thinking about how special his future wife was and Psyche was wondering how awful would it really be to live the rest of her life like this.

''How was dinner?'', he asked her later.

''Delicious'', she answered feeling dizzy from the wine. ''You, on the other hand, haven't tasted anything.''

''Yes, my diet is slightly different than yours.''

''What do you usually eat?''

''Let's talk about it another time. It's getting late now. Goodnight, Psyche.''

''You're right. Goodnight to you too'', she said returning to her bedroom. She felt weird and didn't know why. What was it? Irritation? Disappointment? But why? She took her bracelet off and put it into a red pouch, let her silky hair fall down to her shoulders, looked at herself in the mirror and began to comb them with her fingers. She was so into it that she barely heard the knock on the door. ''Yes?'', she whispered as her heart was pounding. ''Come in'', she said louder. The door opened but she couldn't see anyone. ''What is it?'', she asked her invisible roommate.

''Sorry to bother you but I couldn't stop wondering. Are you all right?''

''Why do you ask?''

''It looked like something upset you earlier.''

''Me?'', she said clearly upset. ''No, you must be mistaken.''

''Excuse me'', the voice said quickly. ''I'll leave you alone then. Goodnight.''

''You don't have to...'', Psyche said before he closed the door behind him.

''What are you saying?'', he urged her to speak. She hesitated a little but spoke anyway.

''You don't have to say goodnight and then leave''. The door shut and Psyche stood there breathless. What was up with her and said something like that? He must have thought she was crazy and he probably locked himself in his room. She couldn't explain it but she was about to cry. Suddenly she felt a soft breeze on the side of her neck. She looked at the closed window wondering where that breeze came from, when she felt it again on the other side. Her eyes opened widely and she froze where she stood. That soft breeze turned into a touch and then a kiss. An invisible hand brought her hair on the front and took out the ivory brooch that held her cloak together. The moment the thin, blue fabric rolled down her body and tangled around her feet, she brought her hands in front of her in an attempt to hide her nudity. Two other hands, though, grabbed hers bringing them down to her side, slowly leading her to bed. Psyche placed her hands on the pillow allowing that invisible creature to lie on top of her as the room started spinning around.

Since that night he always laid in her bed and managed to make her forget all worries. She only cared for everything that man, whose face she could not see, offered her. As time went by, though, that changed. She was undoubtedly happy but sometimes, she felt melancholy taking over her.

''What's wrong? You look sad'', he noticed one night while he was holding her in his arms.

''I'm fine.''

''Psyche, don't lie to me.''

''I'm not lying. I am very happy with you. I just miss my family, that's all. I haven't seen them for months. I wish I could go back home.''

''I understand that you feel nostalgic'', he told her. ''But do you honestly believe that they will understand? There is no way they'll let you return to me. I can't lose you, Psyche. I know that staying away from your family causes you pain but I can't...''

''Then why can't they visit me here? I miss them terribly''. He couldn't bare to see sadness in her eyes. He swore to make her happy and she didn't ask for much! She only wanted to see her family again. Melancholy turned into enthusiasm, when he agreed. In order to see that smile, he was willing to grant her every wish.

Psyche ran to welcome her sisters, who were speechless to see the place their sister lived in. 'Is this where Psyche lives now? In this luxury? How lucky can our sister be? First, they worship her like Aphrodite and then the goddess gives her so much wealth!'

''You seem happy, Psyche'', her older sister said.

''I am...'', she replied.

''Is your husband really a dragon?'', the middle one asked.

''Yes... I guess... I don't know. He has never shown himself to me. But he is very kind and gentle''. Her sisters looked at each other with astonishment.

''Aren't you scared?''

''Scared of what, Leda?'', she asked her older sister.

''Well, what else? You live here all alone with a dragon! Who knows what he has in mind for you? Hyakinthe, say something, because I think that isolation drove our sister mad!''

''She's right, Psyche. Aren't you afraid he might eat you?''

''What are you talking about? He would never do such a thing.''

''How can you be so sure?''

''He is really nice. Why do you think he could harm me?''

''You can never be sure with a dragon'', Leda said. ''What if he gets angry? How can you be sure that he won't devour you?''

''No way...''

''Don't say that. Don't be naive. You must take action.''

''What are you talking about?''

''First of all, you must see his face. When would be the right time?''

''I don't know... Perhaps while he's asleep.''

''Well, this is your chance'', the middle sister said. ''Go to his chamber while he is sleeping and see with your own eyes the creature that lives by your side. But be prepared. Leda has brought you something to help you''. Leda took a dagger from her belt and put it on the table in front of Psyche.

''Keep it always with you. Be ready to use it when necessary.''

''No... No, I can't do it.''

''Psyche, you cannot live in fear. If this creature is dangerous, you must kill it before it harms you''. Reluctant, with shaky hands, Psyche picked up the dagger and hid it in her robe.

''Were you glad to see them again?''. Psyche turned to the door with a smile.

''Yes. I'd also like to see my parents some day.''

''I'll arrange it. I promise''. She felt his soft touch on her brushed hair and closed her eyes to hide the tears. She needed him so much and her sisters couldn't understand that. They thought she was crazy but they didn't know him like she did. 'Do I really know him?', she thought. She stepped away with her gaze stuck on the marble floor. ''What's wrong?'', he asked her.

''I don't feel so well. I prefer to stay alone tonight.''

''All right. I'll let you sleep. Goodnight'', he said and left her alone, as she wished. 'It was a bad idea after all', he thought the moment he entered his bedroom. Her family's visit quickly accomplished what he feared: They were taking her away from him. In her bedroom, Psyche felt miserable. How could she send him away like this? She got angry at herself for letting her sisters affect her so much but she shouldn't put it off any longer. It was high time she saw his true form.

''What am I going to do if they're right and he's actually a monster?'', she wondered feeling something metallic pressing her lower back. She took the dagger off her belt and held it in front of her, its blade shining at the moonlight. She squeezed the hilt and went out. She took a candle, lit it up, fixed it in a candlestick and got in the invisible dragon's chamber. It was dark and the only source of light was the flame of the candle. Looking around, she noticed that room was nothing like the rest of the house. It was very plain without any decoration and only a small square window which allowed very little light to enter. Finally, the only piece of furniture was a bed in the middle of the room where somebody clearly slept in. Her hands began shaking and her feet froze. She put the candlestick next to the bed and struggling to hold the knife firmly, she slowly pulled the sheets trying not to awake the sleeping beast. Her glance first fell on the wings. However, those were not wings of a dragon but of a bird. Wings of a pure-white swan growing on a delicate back. A beautiful, serene face was lying on the pillow, partly hidden from blonde tufts of hair. Psyche stood on the side of the bed mystified. 'This is not a dragon', she realized taking a step backwards. Being careless, though, she knocked the candlestick over, which immediately fell on the floor with a thud, waking up the sleeping man.

''What was that?'', he said confused before noticing Psyche. ''What are you doing here?''

''I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...'', she cried dropping the dagger.

''What is this?'', he whispered staring at it.

''Sorry... I never meant to hurt you...''

''Were you... Were you trying to kill me?'', he asked while two tears burnt his cheeks. ''How could you? How?''

''Sorry, sorry...'', Psyche said crying.

''Mother was right, after all. It was me who was wrong. I believed she misjudged you but... You deserved her punishment. I was a fool for not seeing it through. Serves me right!''. With these words, he spread his wings and flew to the night sky.

''Wait! Please, don't go!'', Psyche shouted running to the window but he had disappeared before she even got there.

''How is this possible?'', Aphrodite said trying to remain calm. ''You especially, who know better than anyone what love does to people!''

''Oh mother, leave me alone!'', Eros said sitting on the window sill, avoiding her gaze.

''How can I leave you alone, when I see how hurt you are?''

''Then go back to your palace!''

''Is that your solution? Not to see you like this? You need to come to your senses.''

''I can't, don't you get it?'', he burst out slamming his hand on the window. ''The woman I love was about to kill me and you want me to get over it!''

''What can I do to help you, my child?'', she asked approaching him timidly. She touched his shoulder lightly trying to comfort him, to take away his pain, but he leaned his head on his knees keeping his eyes closed.

''You can't help me. Nothing can fix this. Now go away, I need to be alone''. It was evident that he ached. Whatever she said, would be in vain. It would just infuriate him even more. She decided to do what he asked. She left but didn't return to her palace. Since she could not speak to her son, perhaps she could speak to someone else.

It was easy to find the house. It was in a quiet location, where her son used to hang out whenever he wished to stay on earth. She went inside, crossed the hall and stood outside an ajar door, hearing sighs and sniffs from inside.

''So you are the notorious Psyche!'', Aphrodite remarked entering the room silently, scaring the young woman, who cowled at the corner of the bed staring at her with her eyes red from crying. ''I don't understand why all the fuss but anyway... To each his own.''

''Who are you? How did you get in here?''

''Didn't you expect me?''. Psyche's stunned face was enough to answer her question. ''Did you honestly believe that after everything that has happened, I wouldn't come to meet you in person?''

''I don't understand...''

''Do you know who I am?''. Psyche nodded her head negatively. ''I am Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty and Love'', she introduced herself, full of grace and confidence. Psyche tried to speak but she couldn't say a word. ''It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I understand that it's difficult for you to comprehend that I stand before you, a common mortal girl. But I didn't come here to waste my time'', she said admiring herself in the mirror. ''You and I need to talk. It's about my son''. She enunciated the last phrase staring at Psyche through the mirror.

''Your son?''. Aphrodite placed her hands on her waist and rolled her eyes with a sigh.

''Oh gods! There's nothing inside that little pretty head of yours! The man who stayed here, my dear, was Eros, my son. Tch, tch, tch... Didn't you recognize him from the wings? What can I say?''. It took some time for Psyche to deal with what she heard but the goddess couldn't wait for her. ''You don't have to explain anything. Eros has already told me what I need to know. All I want, is for you to answer three simple questions. Do you think you can do that?''

''Yes'', she whispered.

''Good... First question: Have you repented?''

''Yes'', Psyche replied with tears rolling down her cheeks. ''I shouldn't have let them poison my mind. I regretted it the instant I did it. I would have never used that dagger. I could never hurt him. But he wouldn't believe me''. While she spoke, Aphrodite kept her eyes on her face.

''Second question: Do you love him?''. Psyche lowered her glance pursing her lips.

''Yes... But what does it matter now?''

''Stop bubbling! Do you love him, yes or no?''

''I do. With all my heart.''

''Nice. Now, the third question: How far are you willing to go to win him back?''. Psyche raised her eyes and looked at the goddess without shaking with fear for the first time.

''In order to gain his trust, I'd do anything''. Aphrodite was pleased to hear this. As she was staring at the girl's face, she didn't just pay attention to her expressions or words. The goddess of love had the ability to see right through people's hearts and if love nestled there, she could see it immediately.

''Well, I don't need more information'', she stated going near the window.

''Are you saying that you believe me?''

''I don't need to believe you, silly girl. I know you tell the truth''. Psyche was slightly relieved to hear that.

''If you could tell him how much I regret for what I did... He'll never forgive me, I know. There is no excuse. He has every right to not want to see me again...''

''Oh, hush now!'', Aphrodite ordered her. ''I have to think of a plan and your constant whining is very annoying.''

''No plan can change what happened.''

''We'll see about that. For the time being, you must stay here. When the time comes, I'll tell you what to do'', she said before she vanished.

''It's impossible'', Psyche complained, when Aphrodite informed her of her plan. ''Only a hero could succeed. How on earth do you expect me to do it?''

''You will, Psyche'', the goddess said with emphasis. ''If you want to keep hope alive for you and Eros, you will do it''. The young woman lowered her head in obedience. She had clarified she'd do anything for him and now it was time to prove it.

Aphrodite had already told Persephone of Psyche's visit, so Charon allowed her to enter the Underworld without a fuss. His cooperation cost her a golden coin, of course. When she disembarked, she walked towards the gate, where she stood frozen looking at Cerberus, the guard of the Underworld. His imposing appearance caused awe to Psyche while his menacing growls made her shrink with fear.

''Good doggy...'', she whispered avoiding to look at those red eyes and pointy teeth. ''Look what I brought you!'', she said showing him a basket. She held some crispy pieces of bread and stretched her arm to him. His middle head was closer, so the nice smell came to his nose quickly. He leaned and put his muzzle in her hand eating them all. Psyche wiped away the drool on her chiton and gave him more. The other two heads devoured them. The dog obviously thought they were delicious, because he stopped growling. Psyche could only hear sounds of pleasure, while from time to time, a bark was heard, when one of the heads took one more bite. Seeing she had the dog's sympathy, she put the basket down and dared to pat him between the ears. When he finished his meal, he allowed her to enter the kingdom and Psyche headed to Hades' castle, where she stood at a queue with other mortals who were patiently waiting for judgement.

''Name, please?'', said an Underworld nymphe with frizzy, blue hair looking at the list.

''Psyche'', she replied.

''There is no such name on the papyrus'', she strictly said looking at her up and down with her amber eyes. ''Are you sure you paid the ferryman? If you haven't offered your obolus, you must wait for a hundred years on the banks of Acheron and then come here to take priority for judgement by his majesty.''

''Excuse me'', she quickly said. ''I'm not here for a judgement. I'm here to meet Queen Persephone. Goddess Aphrodite sent me.''

''Wait here'', the nymphe said before she vanished. Psyche stood at the throne room entrance, which was guarded by two giant soldiers who held silver axes. The shadows were too many, filling the hall of judgement to capacity. ''Come with me'', the nymphe said appearing once again gesturing for her to follow. Passing from the three judges' table, she saw god Hades himself sitting on his magnificent throne, looking at a floating sphere, in which he was watching scenes of the mortal's life. She was incredibly impressed, as she found herself witnessing mysterious things, things no other human had seen in their lifetime. Her gaze remained fixed on that sphere, until she left the throne room and a wall came between her and the magical scene she observed before.

''You are the girl that Aphrodite told me about'', said a woman with cherry-coloured hair.

''Yes... You must be Queen Persephone.''

''I am'', she said and the girl looked at her in astonishment. ''Why are you so surprised?''

''Well, lately I've seen things I could never even imagine.''

''I understand. I used to feel the same way, when I first came to this kingdom. Everything around me was new and frightening. The positive thing, though, was that I wasn't alone. I found a new family here and that's what's important''. Psyche's sad smile caused Persephone to feel sympathy for the mortal woman. ''If you open up your heart, you may feel better.''

''I betrayed someone's trust...'', Psyche said with a sigh, ''... and in the worst way possible. Whatever I say, it won't change anything.''

''You shouldn't underestimate Aphrodite. When she has something in mind, she always succeeds.''

''Maybe... But I doubt it''. Persephone could never stand seeing people sad around her. She could see that she was in despair and wanted to free her from pessimism. That's why she went near her, held her hand and gave her a small, wooden box, very well sealed.

''Take it to Aphrodite. It's what she asked.''

''Thanks. Goodbye'', Psyche said walking to the exit.

''Wait a minute!''. Psyche turned her melancholic face to the goddess. ''Don't lose faith. Love sometimes can be stronger than we think''. Psyche nodded and left the Underworld, returning to the land of the living.

{ ''I need you to go to Hades' kingdom and ask Persephone to give you a small box containing a little of her beauty'', Aphrodite told her.

''Why?'', the girl asked. ''You have no need of beauty tips. You are the incarnation of beauty.''

''Oh, thank you, dear'', Aphrodite said without any trace of modesty. ''But as you can see, I need a boost. I feel dull and depressed. Only Persephone has what can give my skin its usual shine. Hurry up now and when you come back, wait for me at the valley of Acheron''. Even though she couldn't see any difference on the goddess' face, which was radiant as always, she went to board Charon's boat. }

Midday sun was hot when Psyche exited the dark cave. She raised her hand to her eyes, closing them in order to get used to the golden greek light after the long stay at the darkness of the Underworld kingdom. The light-blue waters of Acheron flowed calmly, while a soft northern breeze was blowing among the tall plane trees, spreading coolness all over. Psyche sat under a tree resting her back on its trunk. She touched the soft grass with her feet and inhaled deeply looking at the enchanted landscape. The bright green colour of the leaves was only interrupted by the blue sky and river, creating an image of incomparable beauty and tranquility. The fatigue and sadness of the last few days gave way to the serenity of that moment. Psyche did not think of anything for a while. Nothing bothered her. She could only see the beauty around her.

''Beauty...'', she whispered feeling melancholic again. Aphrodite's beauty, her beauty... None of this would have happened if she were an ordinary woman. She grew up feeling special. She was always so proud of her beauty, never thinking that it would be the end of her. Sighing, she noticed the box Persephone gave her. ''You also exist for making goddesses beautiful!'', she said weighing it in her hand. It was extremely light. ''What could be in here?'', she wondered looking at it all around. She tried to open it as curiosity grew. The cap came loose and dust exited, spreading around the sweet smell of honey. Before she had time to close it again, she felt her eyelids heavy and falling on the soft grass, she fell asleep while the dust gathered around and wrapped her in a golden cloud.

Aphrodite was sitting comfortably on a recliner enjoying her nectar and the sunset from the porch of her palace.

''Why did you ask to see me?'', her son said standing next to her admiring the same view.

''I took care of it'', she answered not turning to him.

''You took care of what?''

''I made sure she is punished the way she deserves''. She left her drink on the table in front of her and glanced at him. ''I'm talking about Psyche'', she explained seeing he was completely confused.

''What... What did you do?''

''What was I supposed to do? When someone messes with me, they should be prepared to pay the consequences.''

''What are you talking about?'', Eros yelled. ''When did Psyche mess with you?''

''When she tried to kill you.''

''That's my business! You had no right to interfere.''

''Well, you're wrong. I do not tolerate disrespect and Psyche didn't only disrespect me, but she also tried to murder my son. I couldn't let it pass.''

''Tell me what you did to her!''. Aphrodite held her cup again turning on the front.

''Go ask Thanatos''. Eros couldn't find the strength to speak. He flew away without giving his mother a second glance, to see her sipping her nectar happy that everything was going according to the plan. By the time Eros reached the valley of Acheron, darkness had already spread around. More and more souls came to gather waiting for Charon to lead them to their destination. The winged god wandered around looking for his beloved but he could only see the stoic faces of those shadows. Desperate, he fell on his knees bursting into tears.

''Psyche... Why did you leave me?'', he sobbed. ''Haven't you realized how much I love you? What am I going to do without you now? What am I going to do?''. Through his tears, he noticed a light trembling under a tree by the river. At first, he thought it was a swarm of fireflies but looking more carefully he saw it was golden sand hiding inside the woman he loved. ''Psyche!'', he cried out running to her. ''Psyche, my love...''. He held her in his arms and her eyes hardly opened to see his surprised face. ''You are alive! But how?''

''I'm sorry, Eros'', she murmured crying. ''I didn't mean to hurt you.''

''I thought you were dead. My mother said...''

''No. I just went to the Underworld to bring her this'', Psyche said pointing at the empty little box. ''I don't know what happened...''

''Are you all right?''

''I guess so'', she answered looking at him through half-open eyelids. ''Have you forgiven me?'', she asked and Eros gave her a smile.

The feast in Zeus' palace was on for good. The happy couple sat at the centre of the flower-decorated table celebrating their union. Of course, Psyche had eaten ambrosia first, becoming immortal and officially entering the divine family.

''I wish you love and happiness for the rest of eternity'', Aphrodite told them.

''Thank you'', Psyche replied. ''If it weren't for you, we would never end up together'', she said while Eros leaned towards her, wrapped his arm around her waist as she hugged him, stroking his blonde hair and they kissed passionately, completely oblivious to the deities around them.

Chapter Text

Theseus

He knocked on the door before hearing his mother's voice. When he walked into the room, he saw her sitting on a bench in the garden, drinking wine from a silver cup with carved lion figures.

''I was told you asked to see me.''

''Yes, son. Come here. There's something important I need to talk to you about. Something that concerns you''. His eyes shone with interest.

''I've only had one question all these years... Is this what we're going to discuss?''. Aethra took a deep breath and held her son's hand. The boy sat close to her with a bright smile on his face... At last, she would tell him about his father!

''Almost eighteen years ago, your grand-father was visited by a young king. His name was Aegeus...''. Her eyes stared at the crescent moon hanging from the dark sky while she did her best to remember as many details as she could. '' I don't recall the reason he came to Troezen. But since that day, I always looked for an excuse to be around him. Wherever he went, I'd be there too. You know, I always found a reason to go to the stables while he brushed his horse...'', she said laughing and Theseus listened tentatively to every little information.

''When did you speak to him for the first time?''

''Well, I can't remember now... But whenever I had the chance to, I got close to him. As time went on, I noticed that he was also glad to see me. Of course, he tried to hide it. He was afraid of your grand-father, you see... But the way his expression changed every time he looked at me... It was enough to understand that he was interested in me. One night, during a feast for the new harvest, he spoke openly about his feelings.''

''What did he say?''

''Hey, I'm not telling you what we said in private! The thing is, the following day he asked for my hand.''

''Did grandpa say yes?''

''Gladly. Aegeus was an ideal son-in-law. He was handsome like you and brave. I was so happy to be his wife!''

''Then why did he leave?'', Theseus asked and then Aethra's face darkened. ''I'm sorry, mum. I didn't mean to upset you.''

''No, my boy, don't say that. You have every right to learn the truth'', she said frowning as the conversation moved on to topics that displeased her. ''We only spent a few months together. But we were really happy. Especially when we found out we were expecting a baby, our joy was indescribable. Alas, it didn't last! Aegeus had been away from Athens for too long and riots had broken out. He had to go back. I remember that I asked to join him but he disagreed.''

''Why?''

''He said that the situation was dangerous and he needed to secure his throne before we settle in the palace. He was so scared... He was afraid that his enemies would hurt you. This is why he asked me to stay in Troezen, where we would be safe.''

''Why didn't we go to see him afterwards?''

''Because he never took his throne back, son. Things went from bad to worse and at about the time you were born, his enemies made him leave Athens and settle in Sounion. I sent him a lot of messages, saying that he should come and live here with us but Aegeus was a proud man. He was a king. How could he return to his father-in-law, sent away from his kingdom? I proposed to go to him but he said no, because it would be too dangerous for you. So, our marriage ended...'', Aethra said with tears in her eyes.

''Where is he now?''

''In Sounion. That's why I decided to tell you the whole truth, Theseus. Now is the right time to meet him. You are old enough and strong. Aegeus, before leaving, hid his sword and sandals under a rock at the beach. He told me that in case I bore a son, he should lift the rock, take his stuff and go to meet him. Are you ready for this task?''. Theseus leaned against a pillar and looked at his mother with a steady gaze.

''I am.''

He knocked on the door of a hut at the beach holding his breath. The man who opened it, had a thick, grey beard, black hair beginning to turn white and suntan skin.

''Who are you?'', he asked looking at the boy up and down and then noticed his sandals. ''Where did you find these?'', he asked again seeing his own sandals on this young man's feet and his old sword hanging from his belt. Staring at his eyes, he was certain he was right. ''Are you... Are you Aethra's son?''

''Yes, father. I am Theseus''. The old man fell into his son's embrace sobbing. They stayed like this, unable to step away from each other. Theseus was the first to suggest they should get inside, where they ate the food he had already cooked and had a long conversation. Aegeus asked him about Aethra and listened with nostalgia stories of her life, feeling deeply sorry for their unfair separation while he was admiring his son for the grown man he had become. Theseus quickly made the decision to stay with his father for a few months and get to know him better. Several mornings later, he woke up because of people screaming outside of their house. ''What's going on?''

''Oh, it's that time of the year already...''

''What time?''

''This is the third year of this situation. Athens is obliged to pay tribute to King Minos of Crete for killing his son at war.''

''Tribute for what?''

''Every year, young men and women are sacrificed to a horrible beast, the Minotaur. They enter a labyrinth and never get out.''

''What are you saying, father? Can this be true? Doesn't anybody react to this injustice?''

''Well, there is no way to prevent it.''

''Of course there is! Someone must beat the Minotaur.''

''Easy for you to say! But who could do it?''

''I could!'', Theseus said, as if it was no small feat. His father stared at him with a mix of disbelief and fear.

''You?''

''Why? Do you think I'm not capable?''

''Son, I have no doubt you're fearless... But to take the Minotaur down! No one has ever succeeded''. Theseus placed his hands on the table with sparkling eyes.

''Minotaur is still alive, because I haven't entered the labyrinth yet, father!''. Aegeus inspected his son in awe. He didn't mean to offend him but he thought that he didn't fully understand the danger.

''Son, the Minotaur is very dangerous.''

''I've dealt with danger before, father. As I came here, I met criminals who weren't able to cause any harm to me.''

''What kind of criminals?'', Aegeus asked sitting on a chair opposite his son to listen to his adventures.

''Have you noticed the bat I've left by the door? I have taken it from Perifetes, a mugger I met in Epidauros. He was using it to beat travellers, in order to steal from them. Now he's dead by his own bat. Later, on the way to Corinth, I faced Sinis the Pityokamptes. Do you know what that menace used to do? He was grabbing travellers and after beating and stealing from them, he was tying them on the branches of two pine trees. Letting the branches go, the poor people were thrown in the air ripped apart. With my help, he tasted his own medicine. Finally, just before I got here, I ran into Prokroustes. That murderer, father, had a bed. So he was forcing his victims to lie on it and if they were too tall, he would cut their legs. On the contrary, if they were shorter, he'd pull their legs until they reached the end of the bed. So, in both situations, people died of awful tortures. Can you guess what happened to Prokroustes?''

''Did you kill him?'', Aegeus guessed.

''On his bed'', Theseus replied. ''He was taller so I had to cut his feet before I finished him''. A few minutes in silence passed. Meanwhile, Aegeus was trying to digest all his son had just narrated.

''These are amazing achievements, son. People will be grateful to you for saving them from those murderers. But the Minotaur... He is a beast. Don't ask me to allow you to confront him.''

''Father, I am definitely going to kill the Minotaur'', Theseus said determined. ''I just wish that you gave me your blessing.''

''I do, my son'', poor Aegeus said crying into his arms. Next morning, he accompanied him to the ship that would carry them to Crete. Its black sails were evident of the dreadful situation. Boys and girls were chosen as tribute. Their families were mourning, as Aegeus was for his own child, only Theseus was going to the labyrinth of his own accord.

''Don't worry, father. I'll be back soon.''

''I pray that you do, my child! But the truth is that even though you believe in yourself, I can't stop worrying about not seeing you again'', he said and then grabbed him from the shoulders fixing his gaze on him. ''Promise me that if things go as we hope and you return alive, you will hoist up the white sails. I'll be coming here everyday expecting to see this ship returning home white and joyful.''

''I promise you, father, that if I kill the Minotaur, I will order for the black sails to change''. With one last hug, he boarded the ship with the rest of the passengers, hoping that it wouldn't end the same way as the previous years. Aegeus remained at the same spot staring at the black ship until it was lost in the horizon.

''My beloved Aethra...'',

he wrote on a letter out of need to communicate again with his wife, ''... these past few days I had the chance to get to know our son. You've raised an amazing child, strong and brave, who is willing to put his life on the line for the others without much thought. As a father, of course I worry for him and each day I don't receive news, is another day full of misery. I can't help but admire his courage and kindness, though. Whoever asks, I proudly answer that this great young man is my son. Thank you for the child you gave me, although I've only cost you grief, for which I am deeply sorry. Alas, I can't change the past! Closing this letter, I want to ensure you that in my heart there is only love for you and our son. I hope you feel the same way in your heart about me.

With honour, Your husband.''

While Theseus was away in Crete, Aegeus used to go to the highest rock of Sounion every single day, gazing beyond the sea but each evening returned home disappointed that he hadn't seen the ship with its white sails. At least, the good part was that he kept the hope alive in his heart that some day he would meet his child again. Eventually, that day arrived. One shiny morning he saw a ship approaching slowly the port of Sounion. It was the same ship which not a long time ago had taken his son away. He stood there hoping to see it more clearly but unfortunately, when he did, he realized the news weren't good, as it was coming back to Athens with its black sails up, exactly like the day it sailed to Crete. ''No.. Not my Theseus! Why? Why didn't I stop him?''. He regretted for letting him go... For not knowing him as a child... For spending so many years away from his family... The weight, which all of a sudden fell on his shoulders, was too much for him to bear. He fell on his knees grieving. How could he cope with this? He sacrificed everything trying to protect his wife and son and what did he accomplish? Absolutely nothing. He lost Theseus and in the same time he lost everything. Once again. The pain became unbearable. The crestfallen father couldn't stand hearing that the Minotaur had eaten his child. 'No, this is too much', he thought, taking a deep breath as he made the decision to escape from this torture. He stepped closer to the edge of the rock and looking desperately at the gap below, he jumped from the cliff.

When the ship reached the shore, Theseus and the rest of the Athenians disembarked grinning happily. Their parents hugged them while they praised Theseus' bravery. He managed to kill the Minotaur and save them from their terrible fate. Standing at the shore, Theseus searched for his father but he was nowhere to be found. People informed him that Aegeus was waiting for the ship every day at the same spot but they had no idea where he could be. They began to look around at the beach and at nearby houses, in case anyone had seen him. But still Aegeus was nowhere to be found. A couple of hours passed, until a man saw him lying next to a rock, driven away by the waves.

''Father...'', Theseus whispered when two men brought Aegeus' lifeless body to the shore. He ran to him, fell on the hot, golden sand and held his father in his arms crying desperately. ''Why? Why?'', he kept saying until he suspected what could have happened. ''The sails... I promised him I'd change the sails! I'm sorry, father... My enthusiasm and rush killed you. Please, forgive me!'', he begged Aegeus devastated but did not get any answer.

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The Quarrel Between Athena And Poseidon

It was a few days after the foundation of the city but there was still a very serious matter to be resolved: Which god should it be dedicated to? The people were divided between Poseidon and Athena, so the priests thought they should ask the gods themselves.

''The hieratic council has decided that Poseidon and Athena should offer a gift to our city'', the high-priest announced at the gathered crowd. ''Then you will decide which gift is more useful and choose our god-patron''. The following day, the two candidates were standing at the citadel, ready for the challenge. Poseidon was the first to offer his gift.

''A new-founded city needs the protection of the mightiest god. Besides that, it needs something tangible. Something that will automatically cause terror to the enemy and prevent any thoughts of invasion. Behold!''. Poseidon knocked his trident on the ground and the earth shook. From the hole which opened at that spot, came out a pure-white horse neighing and galloping proudly. ''I intend to give your city hundreds of horses like this one, that will offer their services to your army. This is my gift to you''. After his presentation, it was Athena's turn. Without speaking, she knocked her spear on the ground and from there, a green branch appeared. It slowly became taller and stronger.

''This olive tree will fill every field around this city and its bearings will offer you food in the form it has now, but also with the oil inside it, which will be useful in many ways that you'll discover in the future''. The people, after discussing, made the decision to dedicate the city to goddess Athena, naming it after her. Celebrating her victory, she passed in front of her rival with a triumphant look. ''You were right. Indeed, the city needs the protection of the mightiest god''. Poseidon watched her walk away with eyes full of hate. He was not going to forget about this. He would crush her arrogance. He simply had to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

On the Acropolis of Athens, a temple was built right where the olive tree had appeared. It was inaugurated magnificently and the council appointed girls to serve as priestesses. Daughters of the greatest families of the city were chosen, young and charismatic women, who were willing to dedicate their lives to the goddess following all the rules, like the virginity vow, a vow taken by Athena herself. The fairest of them all was appointed as the high-priestess in the temple. A woman of exceptional beauty, full of grace, with long, black curls and almond-shaped brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes. A woman who caused admiration in every move. All young Athenians were so enchanted by her that they desired to take her as a wife. Despite the fact that many asked her hand in marriage, she rejected them all, not interested in getting married because her priority was her service in the temple. Athena was aware of her devotion and gave her blessing to her.

It was at the eve of the celebration of Panathenaea, the most important holiday in the city when the young high-priestess entered Parthenon to spend the night there. She first checked the goddess' robe woven by young Athenian girls for her statue and then started to knit the flower crown she would wear on her hair during the celebration. She had already picked daisies, poppies, peonies and hyacinths from the fields around the city and as she was knitting it, she was singing hymns to Athena with her sweet voice. When the colourful crown was ready, she put it on her hair making her face even more radiant and headed to the entrance of the temple, where she let go of the deep-green veil. However, before it fell down, she noticed a human figure standing at the stairs.

''Can I help you?'', she asked the stranger.

''I wish to pray to the goddess'', he answered. ''Sorry for bothering you so late, but it's urgent''. The young woman, although reluctant, had no right to keep a believer asking for the goddess' guidance away. She lifted the veil allowing him to enter and then waited discreetly by the entrance, while the man stood in front of Athena's gigantic statue. As soon as he completed his prayer, he walked calmly towards the priestess.

''Do you feel any better now?'', she asked with sincere interest.

''Much'', he replied making her really happy.

''With her wisdom, our goddess always gives solutions'', the young woman explained sitting on a high tripod next to the lit torch which was attached to the wall. ''I have never seen you around. Is this your first time in Athens?''

''Yes, it is. I travelled from Corinth for the Panathenaea.''

''Goddess is happy when believers join her celebration. You'll feel it tomorrow. It's a reverent experience.''

''That's why I came here. To find out myself'', he spoke lightly. By the flame, the girl noticed his bright eyes. Turquoise eyes, like the colour of the sea when the sun shines on its surface. While he was talking about his home town, she stopped paying attention. She could only look at the ocean in his eyes and felt enchanted, as if someone cast a spell on her. 'If only I hadn't taken that vow!', she wished but immediately regretted it. 'What am I saying?', she thought. 'This can't be happening! It's... It's irrational. It is not fit for a priestess to fall so easily'. Those thoughts really upset her. Never before had she been so tempted. She, who had rejected dozens of men who besieged her daily, was about to fall for a random stranger. She turned her gaze elsewhere, hoping this way it would be easier to send him away and placed her foot on the floor. But being careless, she slipped and she would fall, if not for him catching her.

''I'm sorry... I mean... Thank you. But I think you should leave. It's rather late and there is so much to do'', she stuttered as he held her in his embrace. They stood too close to each other. Closer than she wished... Or probably, closer than she felt comfortable. The fact that the young man didn't seem eager to let her go, made her position more difficult. ''You should go...'', she told him, perhaps not completely persuasively. Seeing her hesitation, he found the courage to kiss her. For a couple of seconds, she didn't react but then, as if she suddenly came to her senses, she pushed him away.

''What's wrong?''

''You have to go'', she said shivering. ''I can't do this. I have taken an oath. An oath I must honour and not only because I'm obliged to. I want to!''. The man gave her an inquisitive look and then smiled. His smile, however, quickly turned into a laughter. The girl froze, unable to understand what could be the meaning of this reaction. ''Why are you laughing?'', she asked him with a low voice. Soon he became serious again and stared at the woman in front of him.

''Because you don't really want to honour your oath, Medusa. Am I wrong?''

''How... How do you know my name?''

''Oh, I know your name... In fact, I can also hear your thoughts... So don't think you can deceive me'', he said approaching her in a threatening manner. She instinctively took a step back but unfortunately, she had no place to go. As a result, he managed to press her body between his own and the wall.

''Please...'', she whimpered with a soft voice. ''Whoever you are, I beg you, don't do this!''. The man with the colour of the sea in his eyes pulled her black hair behind the shoulders and ripped her chiton.

''Let's see now...'', he said lowering his hands to her nude waist, ''...which god is the mighty one!''. His lips glued to hers muffling her scream. Then Medusa froze and didn't fight back anymore. There was no reason for her to shout, try getting away, ask for help... No one would listen. No one could prevent this sacrilege. The crown made of daisies, poppies, peonies and hyacinths fell on the floor spreading its flowers all around, while Athena's statue stood silent witness to all that was taking place in her temple. When he finally took what he wanted from her and left her alone, Medusa fell on her knees and began weeping like a wounded animal. She heard his footsteps walking away and then... Complete silence. She crawled along the floor trying to reach for her white chiton, which now laid filthy and crumbled, she wrapped it around her and remained there grieving.

''Why? Why?'', she cried in-between sobs. Her hair, always well-brushed and silky, were now tangled and glued to her face, wet with tears and sweat.

''Medusa?'', she heard a voice so close to her ears that she jumped up startled.

''Who... Who is it?'', she asked looking around. However, nobody else was in the temple but her.

''Here'', spoke the voice again. Medusa raised her gaze to the statue behind Athena's altar.

''You, my lady? Did you speak to me?'', she said in awe. The statue remained still making Medusa wonder if she lost her mind. But then the statue spoke again.

''How did this happen? Inside my own temple?''

''Forgive me, my lady! I don't know how... I don't...''

''I thought your vow was sacred. I thought my high-priestess was pure. And you... How could you let him touch you?'', she said both angry and disappointed.

''I? How could I let him? He attacked me!'', Medusa protested.

''I'm not only talking about what happened, Medusa. I'm talking about what you thought. Even for an instant, you were tempted.''

''No, my lady. I've never...''

''Stop lying to me!'', Athena cut her. ''You can't lie to the gods.''

''Even if that's true... I would never break my vow. I wouldn't'', she said bravely and the goddess remained silent. For a while, the only sound heard in Parthenon were Medusa's sniffs.

''It doesn't matter'', the goddess finally spoke. ''What happened in here, is unacceptable.''

''Are you going to discipline him?'', the woman asked naively.

''Discipline him? I wish I could! Unfortunately, I don't have the power to fight Poseidon''. Medusa's eyes opened widely. ''You have to understand that I can't allow my priestess to behave like that'', the goddess said glaring at her. ''To engage in courtship in a holy place... Unshamefully...''

''It was not my fault!'', she complained once again. ''He...''

''You should be better than that! You should stand above these weaknesses. Like you have done with all the other men before'', Athena said with disdain. ''You are used to being admired by everyone. How would it be if you were feared? How would it be if men were petrified by horror instead of being enchanted by your beauty?''

''No, my lady! No, I'm begging you!''. Medusa's pleading never reached the goddess' cold heart. Her long, black curls began to move on their own and soon turned into twisting snakes around her head pulling out their tongues, while her legs merged into a long tail covered with green scales.

''From now on, whoever looks at your pretty face, will turn into stone. This is your condemn. Now get out of my sight and never step foot in my temple again!''. Poor Medusa crawled away from Parthenon with tears rolling down her cheeks, as she discovered in such an awful way how cruel gods can be to mortals, even if they did nothing wrong.

The following day, Medusa did not show up for the festival. No matter how much they asked, no one ever saw her again nor did they find out what happened to Athena's beautiful high-priestess.

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The Golden Fleece : Phrixus And Helle

''I'm only asking you to understand and forgive me'', King Athamas said standing next to his wife's grave. ''I can't stand the loneliness. When the children grow up, they'll leave and I'll remain alone for the rest of my life. I can't do this, Nephele. I'm sorry, but my children need a second mother and my people need a new queen''. Leaving a flower on the soft grass, he returned to the castle, where everybody was getting ready for the wedding. Food was being prepared in the kitchen, the throne room was already decorated and the royal offsprings wore their best clothes. The bride was beaming next to her husband, giving everyone a reason to praise the king's fate for marrying two women of astonishing beauty. The previous queen could easily compete a goddess and his second wife too. But while Nephele was always kind and smiling, Queen Ino had a different kind of beauty... Almost cold, someone would say.

''Your majesty, my sister and I welcome you to our tower'', prince Phrixus told his new stepmother with a bow.

''Thank you, my children'', she replied without any affection but who could blame her? They both thought that her character was strict and distant, the exact opposite of their mother's, who always snuggled them, kissed them and played together with them.

''Well, what do you think of my kids?'', Athamas asked his new wife drinking a cup of wine.

''They are lovely, husband. They clearly take after their father.''

''Yes, indeed'', he agreed. ''Thank gods they have their mother's beauty, though.''

''Does beauty really matter?'', Ino remarked. ''What really matters, is cleverness and strength. And of these you have plenty, my king'', she whispered in his ear and Athamas kissed her passionately. She conquered his heart from the beginning and by the time of the wedding, Athamas was madly in love with her. He was looking forward to spending the night with his new bride as he wished.

''How about we retire to our chambers?'', he suggested and she lowered her gaze.

''Gladly'', she responded. ''I wish that besides pleasure, I can offer you a son to hold in nine months.''

''Me too'', Athamas said glancing at her eyes. ''We always have Phrixus but the more heirs, the better.''

''Of course, my lord. Phrixus always comes first'', Ino said allowing Athamas to guide her to their chamber. However, her eyes remained stuck on the prince's face until they left the throne room.

Despite their efforts, the queen did not conceive that night nor the following ones. A whole year passed, then a second and a third without an heir.

''Don't be so sad, dear. It's okay. We have Phrixus and Helle'', her husband used to say trying to comfort her but without knowing, he did the exact opposite. Maybe she was hiding it well, but Ino was boiling with anger. Athamas always put his son above all. As time passed and she did not get pregnant, Athamas became sure that only Nephele was able to give him heirs to the throne. Ino could see it. Everyone, even her husband, compared her to his previous wife and she always won. Nephele was more beautiful... Nephele was a better queen... Nephele was the mother of two children... Two children, while Ino had none. She was also obliged to treat them like they were her own. How come? She could not stand this! As long as those two remained in her palace, she could not find peace. She had to get rid of them. Especially the boy...

''Where I grew up, there were endless fields of wheat'', she said to women of Orchomenos while discussing matters that troubled them. ''But farmers of my birth place knew how to raise the quantity of the harvest.''

''How?'', they all asked and her look showed that whatever she said, should be kept a secret.

''You must take the seeds before they're used for the harvest and burn them in high temperature only for a while. This way, you can double the harvest''. Everyone thanked the queen for this information and did as they were told. When it was time for sowing the land, men put the seeds in the soil but nothing grew in the fields. The lack of a good harvest troubled Athamas, who decided to send emissaries to the oracle of Delphi.

''Ask whether we have done anything to anger the gods and what can we do to solve this problem'', he said to them, ignoring the fact that Ino was hiding behind a wall, ready to complete her wicked plan. They were gone for a while and when they returned, they met the queen outside the castle, who offered them a purse full of golden coins.

''We are sorry, your majesty. The oracle was clear.''

''No, it's impossible! How can I make a decision like that?'', Athamas said touching his forehead in despair.

''Go'', Ino intervened. ''Leave the king alone to think.''

''To think? Think about what?'', he yelled throwing the disk with fruits a servant brought him. ''If I accept to sacrifice my only son?''. Ino went to sit on her throne next to her husband.

''My lord, nobody asks you such a thing. Your dilemma is horrible. Phrixus is not only your son, but also the heir to the throne, the future king. How could you ever find the strength to sacrifice your own child?'', she said sighing deeply. ''But as you already know, a king sometimes has to make tough choices. Sometimes, he has to put his people's well-being above his own. The way things are, husband, your people is starving to death. How can you let this happen, when deep inside you know that there's a way to save them? Undoubtedly, there is a heavy price to pay but... Before a husband and a father, you are a king. Hundreds of people count on you and if you let them down... I don't know...''. Athamas raised his head with a miserable expression and looked at his wife.

''Are you saying that I should do it?'', he asked her and she, avoiding eye contact, sat up from her throne and stood away with her back at him.

''How could I tell you what to do? You are our king and whatever you decide, we will obey. I only pray that by spring, there will still be a kingdom to rule...''. With these words, she left the throne room with heavy steps.

''My boy...'', Phrixus heard a voice in his sleep. ''You must go...''

''Mum?'', he murmured half-asleep.

''You must wake Helle up an run away as quickly as possible. Your stepmother wants to kill you. Hurry up! At the eastern side of the tower there is a golden ram waiting for you. Quickly now! You don't have much time...''. Phrixus opened his eyes. He had seen Nephele in his dreams many times but this dream was different. He jumped up from bed, got dressed and silently entered his sister's chamber.

''Helle! Get up, we have to go.''

''Go where?'', the girl said.

''I saw mum and she said we're in danger. Get ready, hurry up!''. A few minutes later, the two siblings left their home forever. As he was told in his dream, a ram was expecting them outside. They climbed on its back and it quickly flew up in the air. Phrixus held it from its twirled horns while Helle held on her brother's waist. She was so mesmerized by the wonderful places below them. She had never seen anything outside of Orchomenos and everything was new to her. In fact, seeing the world from above made the experience even more exciting.

''Oh, look at the view, Phrixus. It's breath-taking!'', she said to her brother as they were flying above the sea. The sun had just come out, painting the clouds golden and making the sea sparkle as if millions of diamonds shone on its surface. Helle, allured by the beauty of nature, loosened her grip and as she bent down a little, she lost her balance and fell.

''Helle!'', Phrixus screamed but his sister was already lost in the sea, which is named after her since then: Hellespont, Helle's sea.

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The Golden Fleece : Jason And Medea

Jason leaned on the mast of Argo as the sea breeze blew at his face. After a long journey, he had finally reached his destination. The triereme had docked at the port of Colchis and Jason was ready to complete his mission: Return the Golden Fleece to Iolkus.

[ ''I will gladly give you the throne, nephew'', his uncle Pelias told him, when Jason went to claim what was rightfully his. ''But first, you have to lead the campaign for the return of the Golden Fleece. Last night, Phrixus, my father's cousin, came to my sleep asking for the Golden Fleece to return home. I wish I could do it... But I'm too old now. You are young and strong. You'll do much better than me. So go and when you come back, I swear I will leave the throne to you.'' ]

Before he left Argo, he gave his orders to his crew and then headed to King Aeetes' palace.

''What brings you to our land, stranger?'', the king asked him during meal.

''Your majesty, I am a prince of Iolkus. My uncle, though, took my father's throne and now I must prove myself to him if I want to take it back.''

''What has he asked you to do?''

''To bring back the Golden Fleece'', Jason answered.

''Are you here to take the Golden Fleece with you?''

''It belongs to Iolkus'', Jason stated. ''Phrixus brought it to Colchis years ago and now it's time for it to return home''. The king put his elbows on the table with a sad look.

''Well, if that's the case... But you know, young man... I have no right to simply offer it to you. The Golden Fleece also belongs to the people of Colchis now. You must earn it.''

''I am prepared for any test you have in mind.''

''Good, good!'', Aeetes said grabbing Jason's shoulders. ''Listen to what you must do: In the royal stables there are two wild bulls with bronze horns and hooves. They are very dangerous, because they can throw flames from their nostrils, so you can imagine how hard it is to step near them. Your mission is to sow a field with the seeds I'll give you. If you succeed, you will prove yourself to be worthy of the Golden Fleece. Well, what do you say? Perhaps you need more time to think about it?''

''We have a deal'', Jason replied immediately and the two men shook hands.

At night, as Jason was about to lie down, he heard a soft knock on his door and was surprised to see that Medea, the king's daughter, stood outside.

''Excuse me for disturbing you but we need to talk.''

''What's going on?'', he asked allowing the young woman to enter.

''I couldn't sit idly by. I had to warn you'', she said worried.

''Warn me? About what?''

''You are in danger, Jason.''

''Come on! There is no reason to worry. I can deal with the bulls!''

''What? The bulls?'', Medea repeated falling on a chair. ''Oh, you really don't know my father!''

''What do you mean?''

''The bulls are the least of your problems, Jason. Even if you manage to make them plow the field, what you'll sow...''

''The seeds?''

''Jason, listen to me! Those things in the pouch are not seeds.''

''Then what are they?'', he wondered giving a scared look at the pouch next to his bed.

''Dragon's teeth'', Medea answered. ''When you throw these, armoured giants will grow and kill you before you even understand what's going on.''

''But your father said...''

''Don't you get it?'', she interrupted. ''He won't give you the Golden Fleece. He does not intend to let you walk away alive, Jason''. The young man went near the window and stared at the dark outside for a long while.

''How could I trust him? I am that of an idiot!''

''Don't do this. What's important is to save your life. Take this'', she said giving him a small, metallic box.

''What is this?''

''At dawn, anoint your body, shield and weapons with this cream. Later, when the giants appear, grab a stone and throw it towards them. They'll start fighting each other, so you'll have a chance to finish them off. Then continue walking along the river. I'll be waiting a little further to lead you to the Golden Fleece. Please, do exactly as I said.''

''Thank you, Medea'', he said with a nod. ''I have no idea why you're helping me but I am grateful''. The princess looked at him for a few seconds without saying a word and just when Jason thought she would speak, she turned around and left quickly. The young man shrugged and laid in his bed with his eyes fixed on the pouch. He woke up before sunrise, took the box, opened it and anointed the cream on his whole body, as Medea had instructed him. When he finished all the preparations, a servant guided him to the stables and went away as fast as he could, afraid of being there when Jason would set the beasts free. He approached the mighty black bulls holding the yoke and passed it on their neck without any resistance. ''This went well'', he said to himself as they walked to the field. He yoked them to the plow and began to work, which took a few hours, because the soil was completely dry. Eventually, he opened the pouch and took a white tooth in his hand. Watching it closely, he realized Medea was right. It was actually a dragon's tooth. He threw all of them at the ground and waited. After a little while, the earth began to shake and gigantic figures emerged from the earth wearing iron armours and holding swords and bats in their huge hands. Despite their horrifying look, Jason managed to remain calm and follow Medea's instructions. He threw a stone at them and when they started to fight amongst each other, he crossed the field holding his sword and cutting anyone who was still standing. When they were all lying dead on the field, he followed the route of the river and reached Medea who was waiting for him.

''You did it!'', she exclaimed running to him. She fell in his embrace for a moment but she immediately stepped away feeling embarrassed. ''I mean... Congratulations'', she said not looking at him.

''Thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't make it.''

''Are you ready for the rest of it?''. Jason raised his shield and sword, giving her a clear answer. They were walking next to each other without saying a word. All that time, Medea seemed to be lost in her thoughts while Jason tried to look brave but his tensed expression showed that he was worried, if not terrified. ''So...'', Medea suddenly said causing Jason to jump up. ''What is it?''

''Nothing'', he replied trying to catch his breath.

''Did I scare you?''

''No, of course not! It's just... It was too quiet and your voice sounded louder than usual. That's all.''

''So I did scare you.''

''No'', Jason insisted. ''I'm not so easily scared''. Medea could see this conversation made him feel uncomfortable, so she decided to change the subject.

''When you get the Golden Fleece...'', she silently said, ''... what are you going to do then?''

''I'll go back home'', he said, not minding her sad expression.

''Is Iolkus nice?'', she asked.

''I don't know... The truth is that I haven't really seen it. My father took me away from his kingdom when I was just a child so I have no memory of the place I was born... But I belong there. It is my home and I will not let Pelias keep me away any longer. Therefore, when I get the Golden Fleece, I will stand before him and claim the throne.''

''I wish you to fulfill your goal. I honestly do.''

''I believe you. Besides, you have proven it. During this adventure, you haven't left me helpless and alone, not even for a minute. Even now you're standing by my side. When I take my throne back, I'll owe it to you. You are a superb woman, Medea.''

''Thanks for your kind words'', she said slowing down and looking straight forward. Jason followed her gaze and witnessed the incredible view in front of him. A large orchard with all kinds of fruit trees planted in ten rows. In the middle, at the end of a path, stood tall an old oak tree and on it's highest branch, the Golden Fleece hanged, shining in the sunlight.

''This is it'', Jason whispered taking a step further. ''At last!''

''Not so fast'', Medea held him back. His question was answered before he even expressed it, when he saw a dragon appearing behind the oak tree, with dark orange scales and yellow eyes, ready to throw flames at anyone who went near.

''What on earth is that?''

''That is the dragon who guards the Golden Fleece. I forgot to tell you about it, right?'', Medea said.

''Is there any trick to beat the dragon, like we did before with the giants?'', he asked but she nodded negatively. Seeing there was no other solution, he held his sword firmly, raised his shield in front of him and decisively walked the path towards his goal. ''What are you doing?'', he told Medea, seeing she was following him. ''You should stay back.''

''I won't let you deal with this all alone, Jason. Don't you remember? I'm by your side'', she said smiling.

''But this is different. I can't put you in danger. Look at this dragon! If it attacks, do you think that I can protect you? No. Please, stay as far away as you can. If I beat it, I'll come back. If it grabs me... Well, at least you'll be safe''. Unwillingly, Medea agreed to let him deal with the dragon alone, but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek to encourage him a little. Jason started to walk again towards the Golden Fleece, although his knees were shaking with every step, due to the fact that the dragon seemed more terrifying as he approached. Eventually, its yellow eyes tracked him and the beast turned to him in suspicion. Jason froze. He wanted to move forward but his feet did not obey. He stood there prepared to defend himself in case of a fire attack but he had no idea how to beat such a creature. The dragon, after observing him long enough to understand that this tiny, little human probably wasn't dangerous, preferred to attack without flames. Just its teeth. It rushed to him opening its huge mouth and Jason raised his shield holding it with all his force.

''Mmm... Mmmm...'', he heard a murmur and the dragon's attack never came. Jason opened up his eyes (even though he hadn't realized they were closed) and above the shield, he saw the dragon returning to the tree, curling at its roots and falling asleep. Astonished, he lowered his weapons while with the corner of his eye he saw Medea passing by him and standing next to the dragon. The melody she was singing continued to lullaby the beast. She gestured at him to go near her, not taking her eyes away from the sleeping guard and not stopping casting her spell. She pointed at the Golden Fleece and Jason carefully climbed up the tree and took his precious trophy. Both of them stepped back silently, left the garden without being noticed and ran to the port of Colchis.

''How did you do that?'', Jason asked thrilled.

''I have my ways'', Medea responded while Jason's gaze was on her.

''You saved me once more. I don't know if I could ever pay you back.''

''You don't have to. That's not why I did it.''

''Why then?''

''Well.. You see... I couldn't let my father kill you, just because he wanted to keep the Golden Fleece. It wasn't right''. If she said those words without blushing, maybe Jason would believe her.

''I must thank you, though. Tell me, what can I do for you? Ask anything you want.''

''Anything?''

''Anything'', he said really meaning it. Medea remained thoughtful for a while.

''I want you to take me with you. When my father discovers that the Golden Fleece is missing, he'll know what I did and... I prefer not to be here.''

''Is this the only reason you wish to leave Colchis? To avoid your father's wrath?''

''Yes... Why else?'', she whispered with red cheeks.

''Fine. Come on up then.''

''Thanks, captain''. Medea held Jason's hand as she boarded Argo and together embarked on a journey towards a new life for them both.

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Hephaestus : The Queen's New Throne

Hera wore her white robe and using two golden pins she put on a gossamer, red veil decorated with golden thread. After she brushed her hair, she wore a golden diadem and her whole appearance radiated elegance, as did her attitude. She climbed down the staircase of white marble reaching the sunlit hall where gods used to gather.

''Your majesty!'', said Iris, the queen's personal messenger. ''That came for you earlier'', she informed her pointing towards the other end of the room, where a present was sent for her. Hera stepped closer filled with curiosity. Her present was very large, covered with a thick, yellow fabric, which she unwrapped with force uncovering what was lying beneath.

''Who brought this?'', the goddess asked, but Iris had no answer. ''Well, whoever it was they did a great job''. She touched lightly the pure gold back of the throne, which was carved with flower patterns and showed pictures of the Titanomachy and her wedding to Zeus on its whole surface. On the top, a half-circle was creating a peacock's tail decorated with jewels and stones. The arms of the throne were shaped like hawks, while the base was constructed by three stairs of dark-blue stone and gold veins. By evening, it had been transferred next to Zeus' throne and all gods stopped by to admire its craftsmanship. It was a true masterpiece made of gold, unique for its luxury. Later, Hera made her appearance, giving her hand to Zeus before she climbed up the stairs and sat on her magnificent throne for the first time. She had hardly touched the arms of the chair when two handcuffs appeared and tied her wrists on the throne. She struggled fighting to set them free, even Zeus tried to break them but it was impossible.

''You can't unlock them'', a voice sounded the moment they gave up. ''Only I can.''

''Who are you and what have you done to my wife?'', Zeus demanded to know. The stranger covered in a brown cape walked to the royal couple with the help of a stick that clicked on the shiny floor with every step. ''Show yourself!'', Zeus ordered when he got close enough. Then, the man raised his hood, revealing a rather sympathetic face with short, brown hair, thick eyebrows and dark eyes sparkling with hate, anger and sadness. ''Who are you?'', Zeus asked again but the stranger turned to look at Hera preferring to answer to her instead.

''Don't you recognize me, mother? Probably you didn't expect to see me again. It's only natural that you don't remember me, since I was only a baby the last time you saw me.''

''You are... Hephaestus'', Hera replied.

''At least you remember my name'', the young man said, sarcasm evident in his voice. ''So what do you think of your new throne? Comfy, right?''

''Fine, you proved your point. Free me now.''

''What exactly did I prove?''

''You wanted to punish me. Am I wrong?''

''Yes, you are'', he said glancing at her with pity. ''I came here hoping that after all these years, you'd have regretted your actions, mother. But I see that I was wrong''. Hera bent her head silently. Zeus found this reaction strange, because his wife never lowered her head and she never remained quiet.

''Son, your mother is obviously sorry.''

''Obviously sorry?'', the young god snapped. ''Why? Because she doesn't even dare look at me? This means nothing to me. I guess it's because she has no emotion to show at all. I'm waiting for an answer and an apology. I need an explanation for why I never had a mother''. Hephaestus said all he had to say and continued to stare at Hera. The other gods remained absolutely silent waiting for her answer while Zeus leaned on the back of his throne with a soft sigh. Hera did not speak for a long time and then raised her glance to all present gods, finally keeping it on her son's face.

''I know I wronged you and that was one of my biggest mistakes. I don't know if words can heal your wounds, but there is nothing more I can offer. When you were born, my soul was aching'', she said glancing at Zeus. ''I believed that the creation of a family would be enough to bring us happiness but it was not true. It isn't your fault'', she continued turning to Hephaestus. ''It's just that I have seen so much betrayal in my life and it has made me rigid. You were a baby that looked nothing like your father nor me. You looked more like a mortal child, whereas there are descendants of gods by common women whose good looks surpass human nature. I wanted to give my husband a perfect child, beautiful and charismatic. But the moment I laid eyes on you, I saw that you were not what I expected. I understand that it's a horrible thing to say, but that's how I felt. Moreover, when I saw that you weren't enough to bring me close to my husband, I couldn't think rationally anymore so I made the unforgivable mistake of throwing you from the top of Olympus. I have hurt you so much and I sincerely regret it. Unfortunately, I can't turn back time. But right now I wish to tell you that I'm glad you were taken care of and became such a brilliant artist. I'm sorry for not being by your side as a mother should. I can't imagine how much my apology means to you but I wish you could forgive me. Of course, you are a man now and I'm not able to offer you what you missed as a child. What I can promise you is that from this moment, I'll do anything in my power to make you feel a member of this family, which is also your family now''. By the time she finished her monologue, tears were falling from his eyes. All of a sudden, he felt like a little boy craving for his mum's love and acceptance. He never had a mother, but there she was in front of him, begging him to let her into his heart. Leaning on his stick, he climbed up the stairs and touched the handcuffs, which were magically removed. Liberated Hera stood and opened her arms waiting for him. Hephaestus was a little hesitant, but in the end he went near and allowed his mother to hold him in her embrace.

Hera kept her word. She fulfilled the promise she made to him and her first-born son went to live in his own palace, equal to all gods, as the God of Volcanoes, Fire and Hammer.

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Hephaestus : The Silver Net

One more thing Hera did to welcome her son to the Pantheon, was to give him the best bride. As the Goddess of Marriage, she persuaded Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, to marry her son, who agreed to become her husband without a second thought, bewitched by her beauty. Nevertheless, she was never faithful to him. After the wedding, she continued to live the same way she lived before. She never denied her love to anyone she liked, no matter if he was a god or a mortal but Hephaestus loved her so much and wanted to keep her by his side that he could forgive her everything. He accepted her character and knew very well that there was nothing he could do to change it. He was definitely hurt by her behaviour, but he also needed her love and since Aphrodite didn't deny it to him, Hephaestus could handle sharing her with other men. Most of the time, he showed patience and understanding... But he had his limits. He could live with all her infidelity. However, there was one affair that made him furious and that was her affair with Ares. The reasons were very specific: First of all, Ares was his brother. Secondly, he hated the fact that while Aphrodite usually had flings with multiple men, Ares was more like an affair. The third reason and perhaps the most important one, was the fact that Ares was the exact opposite of him. Strong, brave, well-built, a great warrior, good-looking... Nothing like his weak brother, who couldn't even stand on his own two feet without the aid of his stick and who could only create weapons but never use them, as the powerful God of War did. That was why, one night he knew Aphrodite would spend the night in her lover's arms, Hephaestus set a plan in motion.

''Come on, lie next to me'', Aphrodite said when Ares entered her bedroom. ''What took you so long tonight?''

''I was searching for that soldier, Alektryon.''

''Ugh! Why does it always have to be a guard outside?''

''I've already explained it, honey'', Ares said lying in bed. ''The minute Helios' chariot appeared on the sky, I want to be informed.''

''Why do we have to hide?'', she complained. ''My husband already knows about us.''

''How can you be sure?''

''I am'', Aphrodite said without further explanation.

Outside the palace, Alektryon stood guard waiting for sunrise. At some point, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see an old man carrying a large amphora.

''Do you want me to pour you some wine? It's so cold tonight. It will help you warm up'', he suggested seeing the young soldier was shivering.

''Thanks, old man'', he said taking a full cup in his frozen hands. ''Mm... Really sweet.''

''Here, have another one''. The young man agreed emptying a second cup. ''If you have one more cup, you won't feel the cold until morning comes''. The soldier hesitated but in the end, the cold made him give in. After drinking a third cup, he felt so good that he didn't care about the snow and the frozen wind that blew on his face. He felt like he was in a cozy place next to the warm fire. He began to feel dizzy and even though he tried really hard to stay awake, he fell asleep sitting at the entrance of Aphrodite's palace.

Ares woke up from the first beam of the sun and jumped up. He tried to get up but he was surprised to see that he couldn't. A thin, metallic net was around him. Aphrodite woke up looking around in distress.

''How could you?'', Hera's voice said as she stood across the couple with a stern expression. Next to her, the other gods looked at them the same way or laughing and joking. The only one who differed, was Hephaestus. He was just standing there looking sad, disappointed and hurt. Right after he released them, Ares burged outside furious at Alektryon, who was still asleep. Last of all left Hera, but not before she went to her son and touched his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. ''I'm sorry, my child. Aphrodite was my choice for you but I can see that I was wrong after all. You failed in your marriage, just like me.''

''What are you talking about, mother? Don't feel sorry at all! I love Aphrodite and I don't regret marrying her''. Hearing this, Hera left the room shaking her head. Hephaestus stood in the middle of the room looking outside the window without speaking while Aphrodite sat on the bed with a sheet wrapped around her body as she was looking at the floor embarrassed.

''Was it true? What you said before?'', she murmured silently.

''What?''

''That... That you love me. Even now.''

''Does it really matter?''. It was his turn to ask a question.

''Do you doubt it?''

''You were never interested in my feelings'', Hephaestus said turning his glance at her. ''But yes. It's true. I love you and I don't want to lose you. But that means nothing to you.''

''Please, don't speak this way.''

''Why? Is it humiliating for you? Have you ever thought of how many times you have humiliated me?''

''Why are you telling me all this now? You always knew who I was and I thought it didn't bother you''. Hephaestus was about to burst into laughter but in the end, he preferred to restrain it.

''Did you honestly believe that I didn't care for my wife's affection?'', he asked and she pursed her lips. ''I wish I could conquer your heart, Aphrodite! But I can't and I must accept reality. I can't have any great expectations''. He went closer to the window in order to hide his sorrow from her eyes. ''Someone like me should realize what is beyond his own power. You, Aphrodite, stand too high and I can't reach you. How could I, the cripple of all Olympians, win someone like you, the most beautiful goddess of all? I wasn't even worth my mother's love. How could I ever have yours?''. Aphrodite got off bed, even though she had no idea what to say. She wanted to reach out to him, to tell him that he was worth a lot, tell him that he shouldn't let her make him sad, but she did not find the courage to take that step. She was ashamed of herself for hurting him so much, even more than Hera. She was ashamed to tell him that deep inside she really loved him.

''Hephaestus...'', she silently said but he had his back to her. She approached him slowly, timidly, walking on the cold floor, shivering because of the cold and her anxiousness. She reached out to touch his shoulder and seeing that he didn't avoid it, she leaned her cheek against his back stroking his strong arms. ''Your love means a lot to me. Never doubt that''. He turned around to look into her eyes, but she lowered them before he had a chance. ''If only I could swear to you that I'll try to change, but I can't! Something is holding me back. I can never be what you ask me to be''. Hephaestus touched her mouth with his index finger so as to make her stop talking.

''I've never asked you to change'', he said with a soft voice. ''If I know you love me, Aphrodite, I can deal with anything''. Raising her glance at him, her green eyes shone with tears in the sunlight. ''Well?''

''Well what?'', she asked.

''Do you love me at all? You've never told me.''

''I wouldn't be here now if I didn't'', she declared taking one more step closer to him and touching his lips with her own, maybe for the first time actually.

Outside Aphrodite's palace, Ares was yelling at poor Alektryon, who, just awaken, begged for his forgiveness, but in vain. With a wave of his hand, Ares turned him into a rooster. Since that day, trembling of the warrior god's wrath, he never forgets to wake people up as soon as the new day arrives.

THE END