Romans & histoires Arethusa Myth

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

“You said powers. Do you know what powers? I am faster than any wolf or lycan I have come across already. Athena can sense when our creature counterpart is distressed. We are getting stronger by the day.” “This, my child, is a good question, but not one I can answer for you. See Freya was the goddess that was associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold and the sight of a seer. I haven’t researched into her too much as Selene, our new moon goddess, warned me that I wasn’t allowed. Your fate has been written. You have two paths you can take and only you can decide which one is correct. You are the one that has to do this. I have many books here in my library, but so does Darius, an

"That's ... because I'm lazy, hahaha ..." "All right, I'm going to sleep here. After I read the story, you have to sleep, huh?" "All right ..." Nathania climbed into bed and immediately lay down. Meanwhile, Nathan took the place beside her while pulling the blankets and covering their bodies. "Tell a good story!" "Well, I will tell you about a legend of a goddess named Leanor who came down to earth because she fell in love with a human. But because love between the two is very impossible, making the King of the Gods, Kyvernitis angry to expel his beloved daughter to earth and made her live in misery with the human. Goddess Leanor married her lover, Vasilias and had a son named Arthur. Unable

Eliza said, bristling at the memory of the creature with a small shudder. Blakeney nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true. From what I can determine, and from Eliza’s description, it sounds like the mythological boar which Atalanta and his companions slayed so long ago. But,” he held up a hand to stave off comments, “I need to check a bit more to be sure.” “Let’s just hope Hades doesn’t break any more rules by resurrecting other monsters from myth,” Liz Masters added anxiously. Regardless of assurances, she was still a mother and worried for her daughter’s safety.

Athea cheered happily. Tears formed around my eyes, I knew she could do it. She was filled with rage and fear but as she teleported to Metz fear is not what she was feeling. We all watched as she did the unthinkable and grabbed him by the throat in mid run and slammed him to the ground. The elements fought against him, they saw him as pure evil that needed to be rid of the world. "What is she?" Beth asked. "She gets to decide who lives and who dies. She is the bringer of the light but also the bringer of the dark." I replied. "What does that mean?" Adam asked. "She is like a gateway between the worlds, if someone deserves a second chance at life she may grant it. If they do not, she decides

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

I looked into Saea’s eyes and saw Arete’s grave, white hair crown fall into view, and smelled roses burning somewhere nearby. “Arete…” I croaked, tears slipping unchecked down my cheeks. “You came back to me.” She paused mid-motion, hand frozen above my forehead. “It’s Saea, Hypatos,” she replied softly. “I’m here.” The voice brought me back to my senses, and I cracked open one eyelid. Alone, save for the satyr pinching behind my shoulder, and Arete was nowhere to be found. My chest burned, and I turned away so violently I started to cry. Loud, helpless tears that shook my frame like the ichor-less wretch I was.

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

“It is a miracle. Nature has forgiven my deceit,” “Deceit…” Cetus shook his head many times. He placed his hand over Nereus’s shoulder, “It is your patience that has been rewarded, my old friend,” Cetus disagreed with Nereus’s guilt. The only guilty immortal in all of this complicated situation was none other than his ex-path partner. Arethusa was pure venom. One that Cetus would have consumed all over again no matter how many lifetimes he got to live. She was the one to have brought Amalthea to this world, after all. Arethusa was a snake, she was a thorn that had given birth to a flower.