‘These creatures in the world below’, he said, ‘were compounded of the essence of heaven and earth, and nothing that goes on there should surprise us - Monkey, Wu Cheng En
The owl of Zeus’s daughter, Athena, sat blinking in the branches of a large white cypress tree while Artemis - his deer, second‐born child – opened her virginal eyes and ran like the wind towards the edge of the emerald forest.
She sped through the trees until she reached the grey-pebbled shore of the finite sea, where Poseidon threw his waters from the churning, ink-black ocean out to land. A vast breaking wave upheld the perfect form of her darling new‐born brother, Phoebus Apollo.
The top of his fin cut the air like a knife, carving out a circle of pure, white light. Seven sacred colours framed his perfect, golden mind as Artemis declared to him: “We two are one, combined!”
Her love for him supplanted all other desire. “Give me now my silver arrows”, she called out in a clear voice, “for I shall strike down dead anyone who dares come between us!”
His answering voice was like an echo of her dream before she dreamed it. “Swim, enchanting sister, deep into the salt-filled waters. A weapon such as this,” he held aloft a golden bow, “can only be brought from the abyss”.
She cast off her white linen robe and dipped one foot into the ocean, shielding her eyes from the blue‐lit morning star as it rose on the Eastern horizon. Every other face bowed in prayer as she made her way to the bottomless pit, heedless of the dragon chained within.
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