Novel & Cerita Pele Myths

After a moment of deliberation, he added, “But since they are ones of the most popular creatures locally, I think they exist here. People won’t know of their appearance and names otherwise. Although always exaggerated, myths and folklores sometimes have some truth in them.” “I see.” In a small voice, the girl replied, “I hope we don’t run into them soon.” She seemed to have been traumatized a bit by those creatures at the Underworld March. But who wouldn’t be, when those damnable creatures kept swinging barbed whips at the poor soul for every minor nuisance? Even Ley was terrified by them.

"That's creppy as fuck." I roll my eyes, forcing myself not to smile. "Anyway, apparently Zeus split them into two separate beings because he was afraid of their power. After he did that, however, he condemnded them to spend their lives in search of each other." I finished. "I always really loved that myth." "It's nice." he replies and starts digging into his pockets. "Shame it's not real though." I frown at him. "Oh, shush. It might be. Don't ruin my pretty story for me."

In the Arena Within the Stadium. You can see Victor with his friends, Milka, Santos and Juan together on the bottom edge of the Arena. You hear Juan telling something about himself when he met Liem in the Monster forest one day. "What do you see" asked Santos to Juan "I saw Grok" Said Juan answered Santos "Really Juan? Are you not seeing it wrong?" Said Santos confirmed. "At this moment I look like I'm lying" Said Juan assured his words. "Grok is a myth from the inhabitants of the monster forest. Grok is a mythological creature who is cursed to become a Tree Man" said Victor.

That was because it was a dangerous place where the gods used to kidnap women. The best known case was that of a young woman named Elizabeth, who was walking through the market and a god on a cloud took her away in front of everyone's eyes. She was never seen again but everyone rumored that she was chosen as the wife of some god. Celeste had grown up without friends and that made her very sad, so we would let her go to town in the company of one of us but never alone. She would get upset because we took care of her as if she were a child but we did everything for her safety.

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

"Hideous filthy creatures, those Earthlings." "They're not that bad, Keron," Julian mused. "Have you seen one?" he snapped at him. "Have you?" "Well, there are the books and uh… the paintings." "They're tailless!" he yelled and started pacing. "And they're touch, according to the myths, can poison a Welkin. They're practically carriers of diseases!" "As you said, according to myths," Julian tried. "Only the young ones believe in myths." "Whatever," said Keron. "My father is nuts. And to send his son to a capricious quest? He's lost it."

she says with a sigh, “he either chose that name as a tipoff to anyone from Maatua that he isn’t who he says he is, or he no longer speaks the mother tongue.” She still isn’t telling me what pepelos means, and it’s starting to irritate me. “Mystica, I don’t speak it anymore, obviously. I’m not sure I ever did. What does the word mean?” The smile that spreads across her face has a twinkle of wickedness in it. “It means ‘liar,’ dear,” she explains to me. I take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and then release it. “Why would he do that?” I mumble under my breath, not really to anyone.

“The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.” “I was curious about the legend of the Carellos,” she replied softly. “They say they could control everyone and also the realm of spirits.” He turned fully now, walking toward her with a measured step. “Most believe them to be myths. Cautionary tales told to children.” “Do you?” she asked before she could stop herself. He paused a few feet away. “I believe all myths are born from truth. Twisted, forgotten… but never without roots.” Seraphine looked down at the book. “You sound like someone who’s seen those truths.”

I ask as I spread my black wings, a sign that I was heir to the underworld, providing Luka and myself with some coverage if the soulless decided to charge us. "I read in an ancient text once that the ancient Hawaiian Goddess, Pele once lived in Tartarus her home was the Lahar River, which is the river in front of us; there should be an opening here somewhere, nestled between the rocks of Wahieloa and Lohi'au, which were created from the bodies of Pele's former husband and lover, that will allow us entry into Pele's home, her sacred underground volcano, Lōʻihi." "Wait!?! Instead of going towards the Rocky Mountain Terrian towards the west, you're telling me we went straight toward the lava ri