Author's note: I've got my Greek Mythology all mixed up. If you don't like
it then I'm sorry dear. My writing skills are not improving. Read, review
and have fun!
Child of a Different God
By: pOtHeAd
Chapter 1
A new day in Greece.
Another sun shiny day in the lands of Thebes. The morning mist begins to disperse leaving a picturesque scene of radiant tranquility. Flowers of every color seem to glisten as their dew reflect the light of the glowing orb above them. An occasional breeze passes by causing a ripple that flows through dark green fields, still damp from the storm that passed earlier. Far across the horizon the white marble walls of the city is seen, hiding the chaos that ensues within.
In a meager cottage of stone and straw plump old peasant woman comes out with an apron full of cornmeal. She looks up to the clear blue sky.
"Oh what a wonderful day!" she thinks to herself. After a short pause she makes her way to what seems like a makeshift henhouse, where about a dozen white chickens tatter about before recognizing her presence and flocking toward her. Among them, a brown rooster clucks to restore order as the woman begins to feed the hens by sprinkling about handfuls of the cornmeal on to the ground. Her mind ponders on the chores that she has set to do today when suddenly her trail of thought is broken by a loud cry.
"WAAAAHHHHH!!! HwAAAA!!!"
The animals scatter around to find shelter as though they feel the distress within the loud wails. The apron slips off the old woman's hands and the rest of the feed spills on the floor. The woman, startled by the cry, does not realize this but instead begins to look for the source of the cry. Her gaze focuses on the wood nearby and she rushes towards it. Beneath the hollow of a gnarled up olive tree a pale figure is curled up, half caked with mud, covered with some dry dead leaves and screaming.
The old lady backs up in fear that it may be a monster that has come to eat her up. But her kindly heart pushes her to see what it was that drew here there. She bends over and sweeps away some of the leaves that conceals the small bundle to uncover the creature.
A baby.
A little baby girl with bright amethyst eyes and a head of curly blond locks. At first sight, the woman's heart goes out to the child who has now fallen silent in the presence of the old lady. She lifts her chubby little hands up and the old woman cannot resist lifting the small bundle in her hands and cuddling her.
"Where is your mother, little one?" whispers the lady to the child who snuggles deeper on her breast and sleeping. Searching the area for the parent of the poor dear, the woman realizes that whoever left her under the tree was not coming back and was just simply trying to get rid of the child.
She takes another glance at the bundle in her arms and her heart is filled with pity and a growing affection for it. A thought enters her mind and she smiles. She always wanted a little girl of her own. Looking up to the sky, making a small bow she lightly squeezes her load and looks at its peaceful sleeping face.
" I guess you're mine now" she whispers.
"A gift from the Gods."
She pauses to brush a tuft of hair away from the infant's face.
"And I shall name you Helen."
Child of a Different God
By: pOtHeAd
Chapter 1
A new day in Greece.
Another sun shiny day in the lands of Thebes. The morning mist begins to disperse leaving a picturesque scene of radiant tranquility. Flowers of every color seem to glisten as their dew reflect the light of the glowing orb above them. An occasional breeze passes by causing a ripple that flows through dark green fields, still damp from the storm that passed earlier. Far across the horizon the white marble walls of the city is seen, hiding the chaos that ensues within.
In a meager cottage of stone and straw plump old peasant woman comes out with an apron full of cornmeal. She looks up to the clear blue sky.
"Oh what a wonderful day!" she thinks to herself. After a short pause she makes her way to what seems like a makeshift henhouse, where about a dozen white chickens tatter about before recognizing her presence and flocking toward her. Among them, a brown rooster clucks to restore order as the woman begins to feed the hens by sprinkling about handfuls of the cornmeal on to the ground. Her mind ponders on the chores that she has set to do today when suddenly her trail of thought is broken by a loud cry.
"WAAAAHHHHH!!! HwAAAA!!!"
The animals scatter around to find shelter as though they feel the distress within the loud wails. The apron slips off the old woman's hands and the rest of the feed spills on the floor. The woman, startled by the cry, does not realize this but instead begins to look for the source of the cry. Her gaze focuses on the wood nearby and she rushes towards it. Beneath the hollow of a gnarled up olive tree a pale figure is curled up, half caked with mud, covered with some dry dead leaves and screaming.
The old lady backs up in fear that it may be a monster that has come to eat her up. But her kindly heart pushes her to see what it was that drew here there. She bends over and sweeps away some of the leaves that conceals the small bundle to uncover the creature.
A baby.
A little baby girl with bright amethyst eyes and a head of curly blond locks. At first sight, the woman's heart goes out to the child who has now fallen silent in the presence of the old lady. She lifts her chubby little hands up and the old woman cannot resist lifting the small bundle in her hands and cuddling her.
"Where is your mother, little one?" whispers the lady to the child who snuggles deeper on her breast and sleeping. Searching the area for the parent of the poor dear, the woman realizes that whoever left her under the tree was not coming back and was just simply trying to get rid of the child.
She takes another glance at the bundle in her arms and her heart is filled with pity and a growing affection for it. A thought enters her mind and she smiles. She always wanted a little girl of her own. Looking up to the sky, making a small bow she lightly squeezes her load and looks at its peaceful sleeping face.
" I guess you're mine now" she whispers.
"A gift from the Gods."
She pauses to brush a tuft of hair away from the infant's face.
"And I shall name you Helen."
