Greek Mythology Agriculture Novels & Stories

He said. “I also think so.” Sybb nodded in agreement as he adjusted Hail’s posture in his arms. “Because there were a small number of followers, the gods’ powers naturally are also of small amount.” He spoke. “Not to mention that our ancestors naturally would worship different gods since they have different occupations…” he said and looked at them. “Correct.” Skye muttered. “The farmers would definitely worship the land god for giving them a bountiful harvest. The fishermen would worship the rivers or the sea. And many more.” He explained.

"The twelve main Olympians are: Zeus (Jupiter, in Roman mythology): the king of all the gods (and father to many) and god of weather, law and fate. Hera (Juno): the queen of the gods and goddess of women and marriage. Aphrodite (Venus): goddess of beauty and love. Apollo (Apollo): god of prophecy, music and poetry and knowledge. Ares (Mars): god of war. Artemis (Diana): goddess of hunting, animals and childbirth. Athena (Minerva): goddess of wisdom and defense. Demeter (Ceres): goddess of agriculture and grain. Dionysos (Bacchus): god of wine, pleasure and festivity.

I explained, furrowing my brow as it still confused me. Persephone apparently must have understood as she laughed softly. Her husband seemed to understand as well and sighed, shaking his head. I’m still at a loss. Their amusement only seemed to solidify that Dio was fucking with me. I was making a mental note to smack him in the head when I saw him again when Persephone stopped laughing long enough to explain the meaning. “My father has been a beekeeper for centuries, even in the olden days before Olympus was built. He continues that to this day. He sells his honey but also uses the honey to make mead, baked goods, and candies.” Persephone explained.

"That is a beautiful name. Which reminds me, this manor also has a name, doesn't it?" I nod. "Very true, the name of the manor is 'Cadmus', who was the first Greek hero in Greek mythology," I say as-a-matter-of-fact. "Yes, before you ask, my father was a great fan of mythology. He named all of our properties using names from different myths." She giggles and then thinks about something, I read the wheels spinning in her head. "If you could put a name to a new place, like a new house or new piece of land, what would it be?" She asks.

"You saw them?" "I heard their shouts in the throne room, I would be deaf not to have heard." Persephone replied, "Would you like to take a walk around my garden? It is the only place Fani would not come to bother us." Then she chuckled as she began to slowly walk away, "Daughter of the goddess of Agriculture and yet, she is allergic to plants. Such an oddity." For the first time in his life, Loukas Mikos had been left without any other words but he followed her quietly.

He looked out the window at the verdant leaves. Anya giggled as a vine wove itself into lips and kissed her cheek. “What happened next?” “Mokosh awoke and cried in joy at her creation and from her tears, pouring in a river to her roots, was born Veles, the snakeskin trickster of the underworld, agriculture, and nature. But they were not alone: from Mokosh’s laughter rose Perun, the king of the gods, whose hammer brings thunder and the rains.” Dmitri’s vines formed two men who carried Mokosh’s hair like a bridal train down leafy steps onto the table, fronting Anya’s dinner of chicken kiev. Anya giggled.

“Where have I heard that name from?” “Persephone is the Goddess of Spring and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter's daughter.” She hands Carmine Chickpea. “You know Idris is correct about incest. After all, Demeter is his sister. Persephone is also married to her uncle Hades or Pluto whatever name you prefer to call him. And has a son named Zagareus and a daughter named Melinoe with him.” Wisdom doesn’t stop walking. Carmine stares at Wisdom wondering how she knows all of this about the Greek Gods. Then he chalked it up as she must have studied it in school.

“We were just about to get into Aphrodite’s story. I’d love for you to stand in for the part of Hephaestus.” Christopher wrinkled his nose. “The ugly husband?” I couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his disgust. “That would be the one. I’m glad to see someone did their homework.” “Great,” he mumbled. “Let me put this down.” He walked to the seat he’d sat in the day before and deposited his briefcase before coming to stand beside me. “Aphrodite was a goddess and of course, that meant she was naturally beautiful. You will soon find out the family trees in Greek mythology go straight up with very few branches. They loved inbreeding.”

Basil answered. “That’s Aquarius. Do you know about him?” Basil shook his head. “Well Aquarius is Latin for ‘cup bearer’ or ‘water bearer.’ The story of Aquarius in Greek mythology is that there was a beautiful Phrygian boy, Ganymede, who was carried off to Mount Olympus by an eagle and he became the cupbearer to Zeus. And he became the representation of Aquarius. In some stories they say that Zeus himself was the eagle that abducted him to Mount Olympus.” “What’s a…Phrygian?” Basil asked when Jaxsen had finished speaking.

"You will tend to your fields after our return." The woman, whose blonde head was crowned with chaplets of corn, was Demeter - goddess of the cornfield, mistress of planting and harvesting, and lady of the fertile earth. With only a clap of her hands, the grapes sprung forth along the low lines of the arbor and the wheat ripened like a golden carpet. She was adored by the people of Greece. They would bow and pray, "O, Demeter, Mother of fertility, bless us with a bountiful harvest this year." They would bow and toss flowers at the feet of her statue. In her temples, sacred groves were offered on the altar.