How hunting has evolved since I have left it!
I am Artemis, Virgin Goddess of the Hunt. I look with scorn on the tactics they use now, and with anger upon the way animals are treated.
I am not believed in, but this troubles me not. I can observe from my position on Olympus, and if I can observe, my spirit soars far over earth.
Mortals are becoming more intelligent. Prometheus's gift has indeed made them happier. But sadder as well, for fire is a symbol of war.
I did many things I am ashamed of. Yes, I would man-hunt. I did so to Butes, a youth who favored Aphrodite. I am jealous, though I may not look it. I consider myself more beautiful than Aphrodite, but many men don't.
I do not hunt anymore. The nymphs who were my companions, my friends, no longer walk this earth. Hades has no power over the dead now, they roam hell as they please. He is more gloomy now, but wasn't he always?
I am not a fair goddess. I never was. I envied Athena for her level head, I could never keep that. But perhaps I am loved in a different way.
I am bitter, bitter. Orion still walks the sky, and to see him brings tears to my eyes. When I do so, Apollo puts a hand on my shoulder, and I sob into his arm.
Actaeon. I think of him near every day. Was I just? Athena, I know, would not have let him die. But Athena is much more warm-hearted than I.
Deer are growing less plentiful. The mortals must learn how to wait.
It troubles me that there is more war in the world. Why? For once, we gods did not intervene. Our power is gone. The realm of Zeus has come to an end.
When I turn my eyes upon the ruins of Troy, I immediately turn away. I was involved, barely, and I took the Trojans side. But I remind myself, did that do the princes of Troy any good?
A curse upon Helen who started it all, and let a noble city be driven into the dust.
We gods and goddesses still look the same, but we have all changed. Even Aphrodite has changed, I grudgingly admit.
When I see a lion, I think of Atalanta. How miserable that girl's life was! And to have me change her into a lion after it! I am cruel.
There is no need for a sun chariot, or a moon chariot. The earth moves by itself now.
My heart is crying out to you, Orion, as I gaze upon your image in the stars. Be remembered, you deserve it better than I. I love you, Orion. I never said it while you were alive, but hear me now.
Orion, come to me. I need you here beside me. Come, Orion. Sit by my side and all will be well.
I am Artemis, Virgin Goddess of the Hunt. I look with scorn on the tactics they use now, and with anger upon the way animals are treated.
I am not believed in, but this troubles me not. I can observe from my position on Olympus, and if I can observe, my spirit soars far over earth.
Mortals are becoming more intelligent. Prometheus's gift has indeed made them happier. But sadder as well, for fire is a symbol of war.
I did many things I am ashamed of. Yes, I would man-hunt. I did so to Butes, a youth who favored Aphrodite. I am jealous, though I may not look it. I consider myself more beautiful than Aphrodite, but many men don't.
I do not hunt anymore. The nymphs who were my companions, my friends, no longer walk this earth. Hades has no power over the dead now, they roam hell as they please. He is more gloomy now, but wasn't he always?
I am not a fair goddess. I never was. I envied Athena for her level head, I could never keep that. But perhaps I am loved in a different way.
I am bitter, bitter. Orion still walks the sky, and to see him brings tears to my eyes. When I do so, Apollo puts a hand on my shoulder, and I sob into his arm.
Actaeon. I think of him near every day. Was I just? Athena, I know, would not have let him die. But Athena is much more warm-hearted than I.
Deer are growing less plentiful. The mortals must learn how to wait.
It troubles me that there is more war in the world. Why? For once, we gods did not intervene. Our power is gone. The realm of Zeus has come to an end.
When I turn my eyes upon the ruins of Troy, I immediately turn away. I was involved, barely, and I took the Trojans side. But I remind myself, did that do the princes of Troy any good?
A curse upon Helen who started it all, and let a noble city be driven into the dust.
We gods and goddesses still look the same, but we have all changed. Even Aphrodite has changed, I grudgingly admit.
When I see a lion, I think of Atalanta. How miserable that girl's life was! And to have me change her into a lion after it! I am cruel.
There is no need for a sun chariot, or a moon chariot. The earth moves by itself now.
My heart is crying out to you, Orion, as I gaze upon your image in the stars. Be remembered, you deserve it better than I. I love you, Orion. I never said it while you were alive, but hear me now.
Orion, come to me. I need you here beside me. Come, Orion. Sit by my side and all will be well.