Note* This is just a short story about the Nymph Echo and her love of
Narcissus Please review and tell me what you think, even if you hate it
I'd love to hear from you.
Killy
When a great God came to the home of the Nymphs, my sisters rushed to greet him. They spent the day with Apollo feasting and dancing, not knowing that Juno his wife would grow jealous. I took it upon my self to protect my sisters. Distracting Juno how ever I could, trying my hardest to keep her as far away from the nymphs as possible. To protect my dear sisters was my intent. Unfortunately the fates did not smile upon me that day. Juno is very smart and soon discovered what I was doing. The majestic Goddess condemned me to a life of constant repetition for my actions. To repeat the last words of all I hear was my punishment.
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Time would pass and I would be alone, that is until a godly youth Narcissus came. He was as fair as Apollo, a flower of grace. His hair is as radiant as the solstice sun and flesh like the winter moon. His looks would make the muses sing, and the sun push the clouds away to look at him. Yet as much as my heart ached to be with him, he had no love for me. If only I could have talked to dear Narcissus, my words would make him adore me. However Juno's curse still held true, only my loves last words could I say. He forced me away, Cupids arrow of lead stinging his heart. I know he cares not for me, I only wish he did. I cannot live without his love.
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I shall live on my own perhaps for ever. My Sweetheart weeps near the water. For he has fallen hopelessly in love with his on reflection. This love he has for his own images is as great as the love I have for him. Narcissus is the most conceded man on earth, yet I don't care. For his affection I would gladly march into the depths of Hades.
Staring into the crystal waters my love fades away. Death for him was near. You could almost feel the fates cutting his string of life as he cries. When he did die and his spiritless body fell, a flower rose form the ground. This flower shall be called Narcissus, it is as beautiful as he was in life.
If I could talk of my own free will, a cry never heard on earth or hell before would come from me. I would scream until the mountains crumbled into the sea, and I would cry until the sea flooded the land. I want only to join my Narcissus in the underworld. Why do the fates torment me and refuse me death?
My beauty is lost, and I am very weak. My love for the youth was so great I didn't care about my health. My nymph body has wasted away to nothingness. Now I am no more then a whisper on the wind. A ghostly voice that repeats the words of travelers, an Echo. This is how I shall remain until the end of time.
When a great God came to the home of the Nymphs, my sisters rushed to greet him. They spent the day with Apollo feasting and dancing, not knowing that Juno his wife would grow jealous. I took it upon my self to protect my sisters. Distracting Juno how ever I could, trying my hardest to keep her as far away from the nymphs as possible. To protect my dear sisters was my intent. Unfortunately the fates did not smile upon me that day. Juno is very smart and soon discovered what I was doing. The majestic Goddess condemned me to a life of constant repetition for my actions. To repeat the last words of all I hear was my punishment.
***
Time would pass and I would be alone, that is until a godly youth Narcissus came. He was as fair as Apollo, a flower of grace. His hair is as radiant as the solstice sun and flesh like the winter moon. His looks would make the muses sing, and the sun push the clouds away to look at him. Yet as much as my heart ached to be with him, he had no love for me. If only I could have talked to dear Narcissus, my words would make him adore me. However Juno's curse still held true, only my loves last words could I say. He forced me away, Cupids arrow of lead stinging his heart. I know he cares not for me, I only wish he did. I cannot live without his love.
***
I shall live on my own perhaps for ever. My Sweetheart weeps near the water. For he has fallen hopelessly in love with his on reflection. This love he has for his own images is as great as the love I have for him. Narcissus is the most conceded man on earth, yet I don't care. For his affection I would gladly march into the depths of Hades.
Staring into the crystal waters my love fades away. Death for him was near. You could almost feel the fates cutting his string of life as he cries. When he did die and his spiritless body fell, a flower rose form the ground. This flower shall be called Narcissus, it is as beautiful as he was in life.
If I could talk of my own free will, a cry never heard on earth or hell before would come from me. I would scream until the mountains crumbled into the sea, and I would cry until the sea flooded the land. I want only to join my Narcissus in the underworld. Why do the fates torment me and refuse me death?
My beauty is lost, and I am very weak. My love for the youth was so great I didn't care about my health. My nymph body has wasted away to nothingness. Now I am no more then a whisper on the wind. A ghostly voice that repeats the words of travelers, an Echo. This is how I shall remain until the end of time.