LK: Hiya, ppl! This is my third fic, and it's a greek mythology fic. (you
know, I HAVE to stop being SOOO obvious.)
(my name was supposed to be here, but I'm not keeping it there.) Mr. Knerr Ancient History 14 October, 2003
Roscidus, the Dew Bringer
There once was a girl named Nox, the daughter of Philomela, the nightingale. Nox was a child of the night, conceived when all hours are dark, unbeknownst to her mother; she was an illegitimate child.
As a young child, Nox was terribly unhappy growing up without a father. To make matters worse, she was constantly teased about everything by all of the girls in her town. These girls were terribly jealous and vicious. They said that her mother was a dove and her father was a crow. It distressed her, because that was not true, and she told them so. "My mother is a nightingale, and my father... I do not know who he is, but I will find out... someday." The mean girls would then laugh, and jeer, and leave poor Nox in her misery.
As Nox got older, she grew more beautiful. She had hair as black as the sky at midnight, and skin as white as the moonlight, shining in the clear cold sky. All of the young men in the town were afraid to approach her, defile her, with their presence. This discouraged her greatly and she became of the opinion that she was ugly and unfortunate. She cried out one night to the sky "Does no one love me?!" Then, as if it were an omen, or an answer, the clouds rolled in, and gently deposited their waters on the ground, warm and soothing.
She felt immediately comforted, and from then on, whenever it rained, she went outside, danced around, and told it her secrets. She had no idea that someone was listening, and if she had, she would not have expected it to be the god of the rain, Zeus. The resplendent god of the nimbus was fascinated with this human maiden that trusted and loved him so much. One night, when he brought the rain, he came down to her, and talked with her. He lost track of his words and finally blurted out that he was in love with her. Swept up in romantic possibilities, she followed him to his castle in the clouds, where they were married. They had a child; a girl, whose name was Roscidus, the result of the union between night and rain: dew. The girl Roscidus brought dew during the summer nights and in mid-day light, her beauty faded. In the morning, though, her beauty was more glorious than that of the night, her nature more forgiving and trustworthy than the rain, for she was always there.
(my name was supposed to be here, but I'm not keeping it there.) Mr. Knerr Ancient History 14 October, 2003
Roscidus, the Dew Bringer
There once was a girl named Nox, the daughter of Philomela, the nightingale. Nox was a child of the night, conceived when all hours are dark, unbeknownst to her mother; she was an illegitimate child.
As a young child, Nox was terribly unhappy growing up without a father. To make matters worse, she was constantly teased about everything by all of the girls in her town. These girls were terribly jealous and vicious. They said that her mother was a dove and her father was a crow. It distressed her, because that was not true, and she told them so. "My mother is a nightingale, and my father... I do not know who he is, but I will find out... someday." The mean girls would then laugh, and jeer, and leave poor Nox in her misery.
As Nox got older, she grew more beautiful. She had hair as black as the sky at midnight, and skin as white as the moonlight, shining in the clear cold sky. All of the young men in the town were afraid to approach her, defile her, with their presence. This discouraged her greatly and she became of the opinion that she was ugly and unfortunate. She cried out one night to the sky "Does no one love me?!" Then, as if it were an omen, or an answer, the clouds rolled in, and gently deposited their waters on the ground, warm and soothing.
She felt immediately comforted, and from then on, whenever it rained, she went outside, danced around, and told it her secrets. She had no idea that someone was listening, and if she had, she would not have expected it to be the god of the rain, Zeus. The resplendent god of the nimbus was fascinated with this human maiden that trusted and loved him so much. One night, when he brought the rain, he came down to her, and talked with her. He lost track of his words and finally blurted out that he was in love with her. Swept up in romantic possibilities, she followed him to his castle in the clouds, where they were married. They had a child; a girl, whose name was Roscidus, the result of the union between night and rain: dew. The girl Roscidus brought dew during the summer nights and in mid-day light, her beauty faded. In the morning, though, her beauty was more glorious than that of the night, her nature more forgiving and trustworthy than the rain, for she was always there.