Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology From The Beginning

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.

She heaved a big sigh before acknowledging the people in front of her again, "Tell me what happened." "Right," Layla was the first to respond. She ushered Francesca to follow her into a wide door to the right of the castle entrance, "As you might already know, the Greek terrestrial gods have ruled this universe since its conception. All planets were theirs. They created humanoid beings on these planets, some of which are chosen to be their vessels throughout the centuries. But eons ago, the terrestrial gods of other cultures have also begun to spring up out of the macroverse consciousness. And soon enough, everyone was fighting for power."

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.”

“That’s actually right. But where did you hear the story from?” “The goddess.” I shrugged. “And she didn’t tell me. She showed me.” I sat back. “She told me later about how my line came to be.” I picked at my nail bed. “When the goddess was finally strong enough to leave the sky, she came down and fell in love with one descendant of the first Lycan. She became his wife, had his pups, and then he betrayed her with another Lycan. She retreated to the sky and watched over her children. The ones she created and the ones she bore.”

“Okay. The Goddess Hecate and the Moon Goddess created the first werewolf. What does that have to do with me?” “At first, there were forty Menae. The Maven, Agrios, Frouros, and the Giatros. Athena provided the gift of knowledge for the Maven. Artemis, bless her soul, made the Agrios as wild as she could. The Giatros were given their healing ability from Asclepius.” She sits tall and looks proud for some reason, then looks more serious. “Aries provided courage, strength, and the minds of warriors to the Frouros. He made them look like Perses to get in good favor with the Titan.” I purse my lips and look at her. She asked me to be open-minded. I’m trying, but even for as much as I know about

asked Leon. “How could I know about it! You were the one with mythological knowledge around here," exclaimed Claire. Her knowledge of Greek mythology had all disappeared. Indeed, Claire does not know anything about Greek mythology, everything she knows comes from the previous character Athena. And now Aphrodite's brain was completely empty.

"You see before the gods of old heralded the storms to cast the wicked humans from his earth, wolves were as we always were. Sleek killers who hunted with packs, not mindless, but not burdened by the weight of awareness either. We were perfect before we became these upright furless mockeries of the man-apes that once ruled us. Despite being given everything they needed, humans still wanted more and, in their arrogance, sought the knowledge of the Goddess. They created crimes against the natural order of the world!" "So the Goddess punished those humans, brought the floods which we'd avoided when we escaped Arcadia. Created us to fill the void of worship. King Lycaon, the first of us—with his

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, he leaned backwards. "I learnt a very interesting story. The story of goddesses and gods before the world began—before the world was created. It's said that they were beings who once walked the surface of the Gia, our planet world. They had great strength, and with a wave of their hands, life was birthed. "And amongst those beings was Selenara..." Unconsciously, my ears perked, leaning closer in interest.

she dragged out. "Well the weeks before that, we spent time talking about the history of the Roman and the comparison between the greek and the Roman world." He paused letting that sink in. "Now according to the common myths and all that jazz, the world started with the titan who ate his children so no one could do to him what he did to his father and I'm guessing you also know Zeus ate his father and became the king of the gods and all that, yeah?" He paused again, not looking at her, fighiting the growing urge to glance up at those dark grey orbs.

“I understand it’s too much to take at once, to imagine that everything you have known about your history and present is not the complete truth, that the world is more than what you imagined. I think we need to start from the beginning. You need to know how we werewolves came to be. The FIRST WEREWOLF. “ Wow!! Just one, I thought, ‘blessed ones’ were in the plural. So, it all started with just one person? But I do not have time to clarify as Avo narrates the story of the first werewolf. “This goes several millennia ago when humans first came to be. Apart from animals and your flora and fauna, the earth was also inhibited by beings called the ‘Old Gods‘.“ “Old Gods?“ “Yes, the old Gods, or wh