You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]
Chapter 20 The Rebellion and the Court of Autumn
The white-haired girl stretched out her hand and touched a bunch of vermilion fruits. It has to be said that Hera, as the goddess of fertility and fertility, has a lot of trees in the courtyard.
She raised her hand, cut off the thin stem, and put it in her hand to look at it.
"Thetis." She showed a faint smile, "You came to today's banquet."
"Listen to me, don't drink alcohol at the banquet later." Prometheus looked at the bunch of vermilion fruits.
"What's wrong?" Thetis asked softly.
"Do you believe me?" The white-haired girl turned her head and asked, her eyebrows and eyes curved like a new moon when she smiled.
"I'll just do as you say." Thetis said, she stood up and gathered her long sea-blue hair, "I'm always being fooled by you."
"That's what I said, when did I ever lie to you?" The white-haired girl's voice lowered slowly, as if she was very guilty.
"Have you forgotten about the fact that you pretended to be a boy writing to me?" Thetis sternly criticized, "You also said that you like me and want to be with me."
"Can't you remember something nice about me?" Prometheus covered his ears and said, "And this thing was entrusted to me by Triton, who said he would give you a surprise."
"It was a great shock, but I have already taken revenge." Thetis said, "A guy asked me about you."
"Then I told him everything." Thetis smiled, showing a vengeful expression.
Prometheus turned his head.
She suddenly knew who that guy was supposed to be.
She has always been in debt in this life and never refuses anyone.But, that guy, if it's that guy, she does feel a little guilty.
"Moros?" she said softly.
"He said he promised you that he would not come to see you." Thetis said, "but he came to drink."
"You molested me one way after another back then, and you still show this expression."
Thetis walked down the steps step by step with her skirt in her hand, "I'm quite curious, what happened to you."
Nothing, Prometheus said to himself, it seems he intends to marry me, but I run away.
There was no plan for such a thing back then.
She was indeed sorry for Moros in this respect.
But Lord Moros, the incomparably noble God of Destiny, must have no shortage of women now, she said that her conscience is clean and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
The God of Destiny in black stood on the other side of the autumn garden, looking at the white-haired girl who closed her eyes and listened. She was sitting on the steps with autumn leaves falling at her feet. She was wearing an off-white prison uniform, It looks pale and fragile.
Yet it will not break.
Moros stood behind an oak tree, with daisies and white hyacinths blooming at his feet, and he knew he couldn't be seen, but he couldn't help looking at her from among the leaves.
He could smell the storm at the party.
However, he didn't want to care.
But now, this autumn courtyard is so quiet.
There are flowers and fruits.
There is me, and there is her.
The girl raised her head, nothing reflected in her purple eyes.
The sky is clear and the sky is clear, with white clouds floating in the light blue sky. There are gods eating and eating in the vestibule, some gods are harboring evil plans, and some gods are watching the fire from the other side.
But she was looking at something far away.
Fate hides behind the oak tree.
The girl smiled slightly.
She stretched out her hand and gently played with the dead leaves, as if humming a certain song in a very relaxed mood.
It reminded Moros that many years ago, the little girl sang by the river and watched the dragonflies tap water.
"And death shall not rule over all things."
She hummed softly.
"The naked dead will become one with the man in the wind and the man in the sun."
Zeus raised the golden cup and let his courtiers drink wine together. There is Pluto in black, Neptune with golden crown, the sun god is playing with the knob of the musical instrument, and the sea goddess picked up a grape restlessly.
"When the bones are picked and the bones turned to ashes, they will have stars at the elbows and at the feet."
Hera raised the jug, poured an extra glass of wine for her husband, and patted his strong back.
There are human business travelers passing by Mount Olympus. They want to worship the gods for their fatal way forward, but the road is actually not difficult to recognize, as long as they follow the bones of the predecessors.
Plain white bones.
"Though they are mad, they shall be sane. Though they shall sink, they shall rise. And death shall have no dominion over all things."
There are buoys on the road, and the skeletons on the buoys are holding the vermilion flag tightly.
Zeus blushed gradually as he drank, and he stretched out his hand to press his temple.
Hera stretched out her hand to support her staggering husband, letting him lean back on the chair.
The gods surrounded him, and whispers rang out in an instant.
"Overthrow him."
"And then I'm going to be on the throne."
"Who, isn't it me?"
The blond-haired sun god was bustling among the crowd, and he suddenly understood some kind of destiny.
"And death shall not rule over all things. Under the twists and turns of the sea
They lie long on their backs without fading away like the wind. "
The white-haired girl hummed softly, and the dead leaves in her hands were like a small boat on the white courtyard.
The God of Destiny in black was silent. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand. He was born powerful, so he didn't need to be afraid of death.
"When the tendons slacken and the racks struggle, though bound to wheels, they will not break down;
The faith in their hands is broken in two,
Unicorn-like evil pierced them through;
Whole bodies shall be in pieces and they shall not submit; nor shall death reign over all things. "
The girl hummed softly, as if she was foretelling her own fate, or something. Thetis ran all the way, sneaked into the empty underworld, and found the hundred-armed giant who was loyal to Zeus.
Zeus' reign will continue.
Her fate is still winding forward.
Prometheus looked at the spider's web, as if looking at the wheel of fate. She maintained someone's rule, but her fate was still in the dark. What was she expecting?
The hundred-armed giant rushed into the hall like a storm.
"Death shall not rule over all. Seagulls no longer cry in their ears
The waves no longer roar on the shore. "
As she sang, the merchants at the foot of the mountain collected the offerings and continued to walk forward.
The wind raised the sail.
"Where there was once a flower blown, there is no longer a flower to meet the blow of the rain;
Though they were mad and dead as nails, the feature-rich heads emerged from the daisies. "
She gave a faint smile, and Moros couldn't help thinking of when she was a little girl, when flowers would bloom around her, her dark hair full of flowers.
Her pure brow has never been kissed by any lover.
She wears a white dress and a gold belt.
"Shattered under the sun until the sun breaks down, and death shall not rule over all things."(1)
She sang, the sun shining on her frost-white hair, and a faint light bloomed around her. Moroes knew that among the gods, there were some who were absolutely undead.
And that includes her.
He didn't understand at first why she deserved this honor.
Now he knows it's not an honor.
Only because death shall not rule over all things.
She is one of those who shall never be ruled, and rise from hell even if the cruelest punishment tears her to pieces.
The great god-king stood up from his seat. He was so angry that the whole Mount Olympus was shaken. The white-haired girl gently put down the leaves, stood up, and turned her head to stare at the distant mountain.
It seems to be thinking about some distant and peaceful topic.
Then she turned her head and looked at the oak tree, and suddenly she laughed, her eyes closed, and her long, curly lashes fell down.
Moros suddenly understood something.
He closed his eyes.
He had promised not to come and see her.
They will not meet.
Both of them closed their eyes, listening to the sound of crushing withered leaves in the autumn garden to judge the other's position.
"Why do you betray me?" The god king's roar blew the dead leaves away.
It seems to be a little closer
"Hera, Poseidon, Apollo."
The two finally stood face to face, but none of them opened their eyes, but they could both hear each other's breathing, one intense and the other faint.
Moros reached out and put his hand on her neck, but she didn't move away.
This distance is both a threat and an intimacy.
"Hera, you must pay the price for what you have done, but after all, you are my only legal wife." The voice of the God King was full of thunder and anger.
"Apollo, Poseidon, I order you to go to the world to do hard labor until you are satisfied." The God King scolded, "Do you understand?"
"What exactly do you want?"
"The rebellious guys?"
"What do you want?"
Prometheus smiled softly.
Then she felt that it didn't fit the atmosphere, so she tried her best to bear it.
However, in the next second, she felt Moros lower his head and kissed her forehead.
She froze for a moment.
Of course she understood the meaning of this behavior.
Moros let go of his hand instantly, and he turned and left with a gust of wind.
"I'm traveling in the world." Moros said, his voice was still dull and indifferent, "but for now, it's still very interesting."
"The team of merchants is leaving, I want to get in." He said softly.
I feel like I understand you a little bit, Moros thought.
Death shall not rule over all things.
For example, love is also immortal.
He is still the same as he was a long time ago, and he confirmed it again today.
He still wants to marry her.
Moros raised his hand and gently covered his heart. He didn't know what he was doing. Tartarus laughed at him. Love is a fever, and it can be cured in Hades.
He couldn't help turning his head, the white-haired girl was looking at his back, like the dim morning star before the day came.
She tilted her head slightly, and then he saw her lips move slightly.
she says.
"Safe journey."
She raised her hand, cut off the thin stem, and put it in her hand to look at it.
"Thetis." She showed a faint smile, "You came to today's banquet."
"Listen to me, don't drink alcohol at the banquet later." Prometheus looked at the bunch of vermilion fruits.
"What's wrong?" Thetis asked softly.
"Do you believe me?" The white-haired girl turned her head and asked, her eyebrows and eyes curved like a new moon when she smiled.
"I'll just do as you say." Thetis said, she stood up and gathered her long sea-blue hair, "I'm always being fooled by you."
"That's what I said, when did I ever lie to you?" The white-haired girl's voice lowered slowly, as if she was very guilty.
"Have you forgotten about the fact that you pretended to be a boy writing to me?" Thetis sternly criticized, "You also said that you like me and want to be with me."
"Can't you remember something nice about me?" Prometheus covered his ears and said, "And this thing was entrusted to me by Triton, who said he would give you a surprise."
"It was a great shock, but I have already taken revenge." Thetis said, "A guy asked me about you."
"Then I told him everything." Thetis smiled, showing a vengeful expression.
Prometheus turned his head.
She suddenly knew who that guy was supposed to be.
She has always been in debt in this life and never refuses anyone.But, that guy, if it's that guy, she does feel a little guilty.
"Moros?" she said softly.
"He said he promised you that he would not come to see you." Thetis said, "but he came to drink."
"You molested me one way after another back then, and you still show this expression."
Thetis walked down the steps step by step with her skirt in her hand, "I'm quite curious, what happened to you."
Nothing, Prometheus said to himself, it seems he intends to marry me, but I run away.
There was no plan for such a thing back then.
She was indeed sorry for Moros in this respect.
But Lord Moros, the incomparably noble God of Destiny, must have no shortage of women now, she said that her conscience is clean and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
The God of Destiny in black stood on the other side of the autumn garden, looking at the white-haired girl who closed her eyes and listened. She was sitting on the steps with autumn leaves falling at her feet. She was wearing an off-white prison uniform, It looks pale and fragile.
Yet it will not break.
Moros stood behind an oak tree, with daisies and white hyacinths blooming at his feet, and he knew he couldn't be seen, but he couldn't help looking at her from among the leaves.
He could smell the storm at the party.
However, he didn't want to care.
But now, this autumn courtyard is so quiet.
There are flowers and fruits.
There is me, and there is her.
The girl raised her head, nothing reflected in her purple eyes.
The sky is clear and the sky is clear, with white clouds floating in the light blue sky. There are gods eating and eating in the vestibule, some gods are harboring evil plans, and some gods are watching the fire from the other side.
But she was looking at something far away.
Fate hides behind the oak tree.
The girl smiled slightly.
She stretched out her hand and gently played with the dead leaves, as if humming a certain song in a very relaxed mood.
It reminded Moros that many years ago, the little girl sang by the river and watched the dragonflies tap water.
"And death shall not rule over all things."
She hummed softly.
"The naked dead will become one with the man in the wind and the man in the sun."
Zeus raised the golden cup and let his courtiers drink wine together. There is Pluto in black, Neptune with golden crown, the sun god is playing with the knob of the musical instrument, and the sea goddess picked up a grape restlessly.
"When the bones are picked and the bones turned to ashes, they will have stars at the elbows and at the feet."
Hera raised the jug, poured an extra glass of wine for her husband, and patted his strong back.
There are human business travelers passing by Mount Olympus. They want to worship the gods for their fatal way forward, but the road is actually not difficult to recognize, as long as they follow the bones of the predecessors.
Plain white bones.
"Though they are mad, they shall be sane. Though they shall sink, they shall rise. And death shall have no dominion over all things."
There are buoys on the road, and the skeletons on the buoys are holding the vermilion flag tightly.
Zeus blushed gradually as he drank, and he stretched out his hand to press his temple.
Hera stretched out her hand to support her staggering husband, letting him lean back on the chair.
The gods surrounded him, and whispers rang out in an instant.
"Overthrow him."
"And then I'm going to be on the throne."
"Who, isn't it me?"
The blond-haired sun god was bustling among the crowd, and he suddenly understood some kind of destiny.
"And death shall not rule over all things. Under the twists and turns of the sea
They lie long on their backs without fading away like the wind. "
The white-haired girl hummed softly, and the dead leaves in her hands were like a small boat on the white courtyard.
The God of Destiny in black was silent. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand. He was born powerful, so he didn't need to be afraid of death.
"When the tendons slacken and the racks struggle, though bound to wheels, they will not break down;
The faith in their hands is broken in two,
Unicorn-like evil pierced them through;
Whole bodies shall be in pieces and they shall not submit; nor shall death reign over all things. "
The girl hummed softly, as if she was foretelling her own fate, or something. Thetis ran all the way, sneaked into the empty underworld, and found the hundred-armed giant who was loyal to Zeus.
Zeus' reign will continue.
Her fate is still winding forward.
Prometheus looked at the spider's web, as if looking at the wheel of fate. She maintained someone's rule, but her fate was still in the dark. What was she expecting?
The hundred-armed giant rushed into the hall like a storm.
"Death shall not rule over all. Seagulls no longer cry in their ears
The waves no longer roar on the shore. "
As she sang, the merchants at the foot of the mountain collected the offerings and continued to walk forward.
The wind raised the sail.
"Where there was once a flower blown, there is no longer a flower to meet the blow of the rain;
Though they were mad and dead as nails, the feature-rich heads emerged from the daisies. "
She gave a faint smile, and Moros couldn't help thinking of when she was a little girl, when flowers would bloom around her, her dark hair full of flowers.
Her pure brow has never been kissed by any lover.
She wears a white dress and a gold belt.
"Shattered under the sun until the sun breaks down, and death shall not rule over all things."(1)
She sang, the sun shining on her frost-white hair, and a faint light bloomed around her. Moroes knew that among the gods, there were some who were absolutely undead.
And that includes her.
He didn't understand at first why she deserved this honor.
Now he knows it's not an honor.
Only because death shall not rule over all things.
She is one of those who shall never be ruled, and rise from hell even if the cruelest punishment tears her to pieces.
The great god-king stood up from his seat. He was so angry that the whole Mount Olympus was shaken. The white-haired girl gently put down the leaves, stood up, and turned her head to stare at the distant mountain.
It seems to be thinking about some distant and peaceful topic.
Then she turned her head and looked at the oak tree, and suddenly she laughed, her eyes closed, and her long, curly lashes fell down.
Moros suddenly understood something.
He closed his eyes.
He had promised not to come and see her.
They will not meet.
Both of them closed their eyes, listening to the sound of crushing withered leaves in the autumn garden to judge the other's position.
"Why do you betray me?" The god king's roar blew the dead leaves away.
It seems to be a little closer
"Hera, Poseidon, Apollo."
The two finally stood face to face, but none of them opened their eyes, but they could both hear each other's breathing, one intense and the other faint.
Moros reached out and put his hand on her neck, but she didn't move away.
This distance is both a threat and an intimacy.
"Hera, you must pay the price for what you have done, but after all, you are my only legal wife." The voice of the God King was full of thunder and anger.
"Apollo, Poseidon, I order you to go to the world to do hard labor until you are satisfied." The God King scolded, "Do you understand?"
"What exactly do you want?"
"The rebellious guys?"
"What do you want?"
Prometheus smiled softly.
Then she felt that it didn't fit the atmosphere, so she tried her best to bear it.
However, in the next second, she felt Moros lower his head and kissed her forehead.
She froze for a moment.
Of course she understood the meaning of this behavior.
Moros let go of his hand instantly, and he turned and left with a gust of wind.
"I'm traveling in the world." Moros said, his voice was still dull and indifferent, "but for now, it's still very interesting."
"The team of merchants is leaving, I want to get in." He said softly.
I feel like I understand you a little bit, Moros thought.
Death shall not rule over all things.
For example, love is also immortal.
He is still the same as he was a long time ago, and he confirmed it again today.
He still wants to marry her.
Moros raised his hand and gently covered his heart. He didn't know what he was doing. Tartarus laughed at him. Love is a fever, and it can be cured in Hades.
He couldn't help turning his head, the white-haired girl was looking at his back, like the dim morning star before the day came.
She tilted her head slightly, and then he saw her lips move slightly.
she says.
"Safe journey."
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