Hey, so I’m posting this because I’m generally interested in what people have to say. But let me first start off by saying that if you don’t know much about Greek Mythology then you may not understand it or it may sound stupid. If you do know Greek Mythology then you can side with me in saying that there is a lot of shit about Greek Mythology that doesn’t make since AT ALL.
I’m a college sophomore and this past semester I have been taking a Greek Mythology course and I can not get enough of it. I fuckin’ love this class. I fuckin’ love Greek Mythology. So one of our papers is due this upcoming Thursday and we have to create our own original story. Now I have never written anything quite like this before so and I tried to follow the structures of original greek poems and stories so I hope I did well. The paper can be no more than 5 pages long so I kinda had to rush a little towards the end and change it but I think it works. I’m going to post it just to see what people think about it. Do you guys like the idea? Constructive criticism only please! (Sorry about how big the font is, haha)
“Zeus, high up on Olympus, looked down upon the Earth. He watched as the mighty ocean’s tide washed the shore. He watched the small mortal farmers tend to their livestock. He pondered to himself quietly, with no disturbance. From a distance he heard his name; he ignored it and continued to gaze upon the riches of the world. He heard his name the second time clearly, it was Hera.
“Can I help you with something?” responded Zeus in a tone that gave off the vibe that he wanted to do the exact opposite of what he asked.
“Stop day-dreaming and do something productive!” said Hera in a furious tone. Zeus turned around to see his wife standing behind him. Her green eyes matched his and he knew what he could do to be productive. With a slight smile on his face he said, “You want me to do something productive?” He continued to gaze into Hera’s eyes. Hera knew exactly what Zeus wanted to do and she’s seen it before and wanted nothing to do with it.
“Not today,” was all she said as she gracefully turned her back and walked away.
“Damn it,” Zeus whispered under his breath. Seeing Hera gave him the urges to make love, yet he was too tired to leave his vicinity. So without a second thought Zeus pleasured himself over the earth. His semen fell from the heavens and to the ground where it impregnated a pear tree seed.
Over the course of the pear tree’s life it grew and grew and became divine. Every female that ate from the tree over its life became impregnated with a divine seed. The children that were born from the women who ate from the tree had divine blood and were children of Zeus. One day a farmer’s daughter was wandering the fields and came across the pear tree. She was hungry from her small journey and decided to stop and treat herself to a small snack. She picked the perfect pear from the tree and delightfully sat down to eat the pear. She left the tree and returned home. Over time the girl, who was only 13 years old, began to notice she was pregnant. Mad with confusion she accused her father of raping her without her knowing. The parents were disgusted with their daughter and her wild accusations and they threw her from their home. The young girl wandered around in the wild for the next 6 months till she climbed a mountain and gave birth to Clydeas. She thanked the Gods and began to travel to the city of Athens. On her way she met three nymphs. The nymphs took one look at Clydeas and they knew he was of divine blood. The nymphs quickly devise a plan to steal Clydeas, so they ask the girl if she could retrieve some water for them while they look after the baby. The young girl agrees and she leaves Clydeas with the nymphs who quickly take him back to their home. The young girl comes back to find them missing. She goes mad with sadness and travels back to the mountain where she gave birth and flings herself off.
“The Gods gave to me what I thought to be a mistake. Oh, Clydeas! Where have you gone? If I cannot be with thee, then I cannot bare to suffer what we call life!”
From that moment on Clydeas lived and grew up with the nymphs. In his youth the nymphs taught him the art of song and dance. He would spend all day singing, dancing and playing instruments with the nymphs, knowing nothing about his past life. When Clydeas began to question his birth parents, the nymphs would push it aside and say they found him along a road. One day Clydeas was dancing and playing the lute in a nearby field when Aphrodite appeared before him. One of the three nymphs had spread a rumor around the land about Aphrodite and this was her time to get vengeance. So she told Clydeas the truth about his birth and what the nymphs had done to his mother. Outraged, Clydeas goes back to his home and kills the three nymphs. Aphrodite told him about his grandparents who lived out on a farm to the west, so he sat off. For weeks he traveled across the plains of Greece searching for the small farm house. One night, drunk, in a bar Clydeas overheard two gentlemen talking about a small girl running away from home a long time ago. They talked about how she was a daughter of a farmer who still lived out just west. Setting out, he eventually found the small farm house where his grandparents supposedly live. Without hesitation, out of fury for how they abandoned his mother in her time of need, he leaped and killed them with swipe of his dagger.
Clydeas awoke the next morning in a haze for having drunk too much the night before. He traveled back to Athens. When he arrived there was a commotion around the main square. A young royal prince greeted the crowd upon a small rise.
“We have been informed that last night there was a murder upon us. Ezreal and Amypthiea were murdered in cold blood.”
The crowd surrounding the young prince gasped and a few women broke into soft tears. Clydeas didn’t care; they had been paid for what they did.
“I’m sure this is upsetting for most of you. Considering that Ezreal and Amypthiea had lost their only child and son Perius.”
Clydeas knees became weak; the only words that lingered in his mind were ‘only child and son…” It didn’t make sense; he must have killed the wrong couple. In sadness and regret, Clydeas began to travel towards Delphi so he could ask the oracle what he could do to be forgiven for this horrible crime.
He reached Delphi and continued towards the oracle to ask for forgiveness. The oracle told him that in order to make peace with what he has done he must find the rarest and prettiest of flowers and lay it at the graves of Ezreal and Amyphtiea. The oracle gave him some clues to help him find the flower; it does not grow on land, it grows in a place that has an unlimited water source and if touched by mortal hands it will wither and die. Clydeas set forth to find the flower. He first looks in the sea where he comes across a couple Nereid’s. He asks them if they have ever heard of such a flower that could possibly be growing in the sea. The Nereid’s themselves have never heard of the flower so they send Clydeas to Poseidon. So he travels further and further into the ocean till he reaches Poseidon. Once again he asked the question, this time to Poseidon. Of course Poseidon knows where the flower is but he assures Clydeas that it does not grow in the sea. So, once again, Clydeas sets forth to find the flower. ‘If it doesn’t grow on land, then it must not be on any type of Earth. It also has an unlimited water source. It must be in a lake or somebody of water that isn’t the sea,” thought Clydeas.
For the next 5 years Clydeas searched every body of water that wasn’t the sea. One day as he was circling a small lake he came across a lion. The lion believed that Clydeas was trespassing on his watering hole and attacked him. The two fought and Clydeas was victorious but the lion scratched off his ears and ate his eyes. Clydeas became mad and for the rest of his life he searched for the flower without sight and hearing. Many travelers passed by but stricken with madness and without sight or hearing he merely passed them mumbling about the rarest and prettiest flower. Clydeas eventually died of old age in a meadow, still looking for the flower. Hermes flew to the highest point above Athens where he found the prettiest and rarest flower growing there upon the cloud. He gently picked the flower and laid it peacefully on the grave of Clydeas.”