greek mythology stuff

Chapter 44 Hermes
In the south of the earth, there is a high mountain.

There is a cave on the mountainside of the mountain.

Maia, the goddess in charge of wind and rain, lives in this simple cave.

She is the eldest sister among the seven daughters of Atlas, the giant giant in the sky. She separated from several younger sisters very early and lived alone in this cave.

She showed an image of about 27 or [-], with a radiant complexion, slender eyebrows, and a pair of talking eyes. She was called a stunning beauty.

in the cave.

Maia was humming softly, and there was an exquisite cradle in front of her, and there was a boy about three or four years old in the cradle.

The boy's name was Hermes, which was given by his father, and his father was Zeus, the king of gods who lived above all the gods.

It is hard for anyone to understand that Maia, the goddess of wind and rain, is willing to combine with Zeus.

After all, Zeus was the one her father Atlas wanted to overthrow.

But that's the truth.

Maiya is not a child, she has her own considerations and the ability to bear the price.

She did and has no regrets.

Because she thinks that she is doing the right thing, doing what she thinks in her heart, even if there is only a chance, she will not hesitate.

Zeus' words are like rotten wood floating in the river, floating in Maia's heart, the more he doesn't think about it, the more it appears.

"I am going to find someone to replace Atlas, and I already have someone."

"But I can't make this decision for a long time."

"Because I was afraid to release him."

"I can defeat him once, but I am not sure of beating him a second time."

"Maia, you are the daughter of Atlas, can you make me make up my mind?"

"..."

Maia tried to dispel the restless emotions in her heart, and she wanted to do other things to divert her attention.

She looked at Hermes in the cradle, and this child with a flushed face immediately attracted her attention.

He is her own flesh and blood, the continuation of her life, and she loves him unconditionally.

Mai Ya couldn't help but caressed the newborn's face, her technique was green but gentle, like touching a treasure.

She couldn't help muttering to herself, her ethereal voice was filled with strong emotions.

"My boy, you are so lucky."

"Because... I am your mother..."

Hermes is indeed lucky, because Maia is her mother.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for anyone to believe that Hermes was a child who had just been born for a day.

But he looked like he was three or four years old.

It is self-evident what this represents in the gods, it is immeasurable potential.

In this case, either the parents were so powerful that the children inherited their glory; or, one of their parents paid an unbearable price.

However, in fact, Maiya who is in charge of the wind and rain is not strong, even weak.

After all, no god is afraid of a storm...

In the cave, Maia started humming again, gently shaking the cradle carrying Hermes.

But it lasted only a short while before she stopped.

Weakness and sleepiness came to her heart, so she lay down on the edge of the cradle and fell into a deep sleep...

……

Perhaps it is not a good thing for a child to have wisdom prematurely. The nature is liberated, but the self-control brought about by growth is lost.Lack of experience that complements wisdom, so the only thing you can be proud of is wisdom, and then you can't wait to show it off.

In the cave, Hermes in the cradle quietly opened one eye, and he used his tender little hand to feel Maia's breath.

The breathing is steady and rhythmic, and it is really falling asleep.

Quietly, Hermes disappeared in the cradle.

He used his abilities curiously, and his figures appeared everywhere on the earth. Maia, who controls the wind and rain, and Zeus, who controls the thunder, influenced him and made him extraordinary.

As if escaping from bondage, Hermes released himself.

He saw creatures on the ground that looked very similar to him, but they were weak. From their words, Hermes knew that they were humans and he was a god.

Through analysis, he understood that gods are nobler than humans.

Hermes immediately went to play tricks on them.

He suddenly appeared behind a human, jumped up and slapped him on the shoulder and disappeared suddenly.

After repeated several times, the human finally couldn't take it anymore.

He knelt on the ground in fear and begged Hades, the lord of the underworld, not to take his life.

"Underworld? Hades?"

Young Hermes heard his words.

"I can go play there!"

Hermes jumped up, thinking about going to the underworld in his heart.As usual, he could be there if he wanted to.

Underworld.

Persephone waved her hand impatiently, as if to chase away a fly, it was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

So in the human world, Hermes was slapped heavily on the ground.

He stood up in a daze, looked around suspiciously, and made a childish voice of doubt: "It shouldn't be..."

……

Lemnos, Hephaestus and Crotor watched this scene with interest.

Rarely, the two were not in the temple, but barefoot, sitting side by side on the sandy beach of the island. The waves came one after another, and the waves made Clotho's white and delicate feet clear and sometimes blurred.

Behind the two stood a qin, the strings of which were woven with the silk threads of fate.

Hephaestus suddenly asked absent-mindedly, "Is there a way for him to come by himself?"

Clotho didn't answer, but acted directly.

Slender fingers dotted in the air, and Lemnos Island flashed a flash of light in the eyes of a certain child.

Hephaestus asked, "Is it useful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermes appeared here in the next second.

Hephaestus' eyes widened, and he looked at Clotho in disbelief: "Fate? Haven't you already lost your authority?"

Clotho gracefully withdrew her fingers and placed her hands on her clean thighs.

She glanced at Hephaestus: "It's just a little residual strength, plus a little child's curiosity."

Hephaestus thought about it.

When he came back to his senses, he remembered that Hermes was here too.

This one-day-old child's face was full of displeasure at the moment. As a god, he was ignored.

Hephaestus looked at him, and suddenly held out his hand to Clotho's surprised gaze.

The piano standing behind him became only the size of a palm, and he threw it to the bewildered Hermes.

He said to Hermes: "Remember, I am Vulcan, and if anyone asks, tell him so."

"This piano is given to you, but you can't give it to anyone else."

Hephaestus waved his hand, and Hermes was sent out of Lemnos Island before he recovered.

Clotto on the side asked him inexplicably, "Why are you so casual?"

"Aren't you going to try to make him compete with Apollo for the right to music?"

"The violin was specially built for this purpose."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Hephaestus glanced at her: "I just suddenly discovered that I am not suitable for these nerve-wracking things."

"Epimetheus is right, it is more practical and convenient to lift the table."

Clotho blinked and turned his head away.

　Street diary:
　　On the first day of riding the Yunnan-Tibet line, the scenery and people are beautiful.

　　But I was still not used to riding at the beginning. Today, after driving [-] kilometers, I feel dizzy and want to soak in hot springs...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)