You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

Heaven, the heaven supported by clouds from all directions, has a huge crack, which is the result of the dispersion of the power of the supreme Lord God.

The grand thunder and lightning arrived as scheduled.

People raised their heads, and saw a once-in-a-thousand-year thunderstorm appear, and white lightning intertwined, as if proclaiming their majesty, while whaling ships sailed into the port, and migrant workers carried sandbags.

They are no longer weak creatures who only know to hide and pray to the gods when encountering natural disasters.

They can absorb waves, build embankments, and open gates to divert water. Even in such a thunderstorm, they no longer have too much fear in their hearts.

There are soldiers filling torches with paper orders, scholars working out math problems, chefs tasting their own soup, and children concentrating on making puppets.

On such a peaceful rainy day, everyone should be busy with their own affairs.

The black-haired God of Destiny stood under the eaves with arms folded, colorful birds perched on his shoulders, combed their feathers, and rubbed their heads against his face.

Before parting, the woman said that she would often write letters to herself.

Indeed, I wrote many letters.

"I really hope you're here too, the rain in Hades, or the rain on the coast of the Aegean Sea, it's too dark, it comes in winter, it's unreasonably cold.

But there are places where it rains in the height of summer.

The dry heat was perfectly washed away by the rain, and the dusty streets returned to calm, with a faint smell of fish and grass. "

"The rain in summer always comes quickly and violently, as if there is something very important, or a fierce battle."

Moros unfolded the paper.

"Someone was unable to continue his journey in the rain, so he stopped under a certain roof, and then took out his flute and played a song."

"I miss you as much as ever."

"I hope you have a happy and fulfilling day too."

Moros lowered his eyes.

To be fair he doesn't like traveling much.

But he will also miss the few glimpses he has seen in his life.

"Master Moros." He heard someone calling him behind him, he turned his head and saw a young man with blue and silver eyes waving at him, "Come in for a drink, I treat you."

"Aren't they hunting you?" Moros asked seriously.

"No, because there are too many people to hunt down." Sariel replied simply.

"That would be nice," Moros said.

The two were silent for a while.

"I thought you would be an interesting person." Sariel said softly, "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."

"I don't really like talking much," Moros replied.

"Then what do you usually do together?" Sariel couldn't help asking.

"Not very chatty," Moros said quietly.

Most of the time, they are probably doing their own things, and they feel safe and happy just by being together.

"Is this like this?" Sariel poured himself a glass of wine.

"Is she dead?" Sariel said softly.

"Death took her to Neverland forever," Moros replied, and the colorful bird fell aside.

"It's following you now." Sariel stretched out her finger and greeted Hope, "What a beautiful bird."

"It is the most beautiful creature in the world." Sariel praised.

Moros smiled.

"Yeah." Moros held out his hand, hope jumped on his fingers, "but I still have hope, don't I?"

"I heard that those who were taken away by death never come back." Sariel said, taking a sip of wine.

"Unless, some people are born after death." He seemed to have remembered something, and couldn't help shivering.

"It's kind of a hope," Moros said.

He lowered his eyes, watching the bubbles of the wine.

Sariel was also silent, staring at the wine glass she was holding in a daze.

"Will you forget her?" Sariel asked.

"No." The black-haired youth said firmly.

Sariel sighed softly, raised his glass and drank it down.

"I heard that you gods are born with faith as your life." He said softly, "As long as there is still one person thinking about her, she will come back."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes." Moros said softly.

"But, a 'person'."

"My dear goddess Themis, I may be dead by the time you read this letter."

Athena read softly, and Themis sat in a chair and listened silently.

"I love you as fiercely as I used to. As I swore back then, I would rather shed all my blood than let you shed a single tear. I irresponsibly hoped that you could forget me."

"I also hope that you can live a happy and free life as I did back then. Please accept my last wish as a little compensation for you as a murderer and a betrayer."

"Please be sure to restore the light, please be sure to see this wonderful world."

She didn't know how the girl sharpened the quill under the lamp, or when she picked up the pen to write these sentences.

Maybe it was on a night of thousands of stars, she sat in front of a certain window, dipped in ink, looked at the gentle night and lights outside the window, and remembered that night thousands of years ago, when the ground was pitch black, she descended cautiously in the world.

She held the tinder in her hands, lighting her face.

This is the first glimmer of light in the world.

"I can't promise you what a perfect world it is."

"But I believe it's good enough that hard work pays off, sweat brings flowers, arms open and embraces, just as you make the rules."

"Just as you have always believed in me, I have always believed in humans."

"In this world, I hope you can see the pink roses in spring, the green oak trees in summer, the purple grapes in autumn and the white snow in winter."

"Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye again. Like all those who died fighting for tolerance and freedom, it is my privilege to bear the suffering in this world."

Themis raised her hand silently, she took off the white cloth covering her eyes, and opened them.

She saw large expanses of sunlight pouring down unscrupulously, making this world very unreal, everything is translucent, pure, and rising.

She gave a faint smile.

"Mrs. Themis, are you okay?" Hera asked.

She shook her head and smiled.

"Very good." She said softly, "Very good."

She thought about what children meant to her many years ago, and she didn't want to see them as her puppets or vassals.

She saw six daughters not far away, they were all beautiful, elegant and luxurious.

But none of them resembled her, the only child who had inherited her eyes.

And now, she lost her again.

She was a sinner whom she had declared guilty, and she still knew that there was nothing wrong with her sentence.

She is a traitor, a kingslayer, but also a prophet.

It's a fire thief.

This world is a living fire that never stops, life goes on and on, and the fire in the heart keeps burning.

"Why is she always forgotten?" The blond Sun God asked softly.

Goddess of Wisdom looked over at him with folded arms.

After a while.

She replied, "Because she's not a pleasing god."

"If you understand her, you will have to embark on the most difficult path. If you don't understand her, you will think that she is the most dangerous lunatic in the world." Athena said.

Apollo nodded.

"She's the most dangerous madman in the world," he repeated. "I thought she'd hate us."

Athena smiled.

"Perhaps," she said softly, "but she's a strange person."

"Thousands of years ago, I heard her talk about her delusions, and thought this guy was crazy." Athena said, "But I didn't expect that thousands of years have passed, and many things have gradually become real."

"Did she see it?" asked Apollo.

"Even the best prophet can't see so far into the future," Athena said.

She didn't see anything.

She didn't know what the outcome would be.

At the time her ambitions seemed completely unrealistic, a complete set of eggs against a stone.

Humans are too fragile.

Human beings are too small.

If you don't move, you will die, and if you don't move, you will collapse, but it is also easy to be infected and encouraged.

Although they have nothing to do with perfection at all, and although they have the most restless lives, they are constantly pursuing the honor of immortality.

They are the creatures of her creation, all her confidence and ambition.

"My venerable goddess Themis, please do not mourn the extinction of the stars."

"Because, as we all know, when the stars die, the sun will bless all things."

She has always been a smooth-talking thought prisoner, Athena thought, always able to say colorful things that don't make sense.

She tried hard to recall the girl's appearance, her purple eyes, her demeanor and expression.

She couldn't remember, so she decided to observe humans.

"Life is not a short candle, but a torch that we hold temporarily. We must burn it very brightly, and then hand it over to the next generation." (1)

"May my shadow be useful, and may my ashes burn." (2)

"If there is no torch in this world, I am the only light." (3)

"Toil, danger, and death are beautiful and touching when we despise toil, danger, and death for the common good, when we ennoble life by giving it for the good of the nation." (4)

"In the twilight of life, a generation of unfortunates gropes and wanders: some die in struggle; some fall into the abyss;

Opportunities, hopes, and hatreds strike upon those bound by prejudice;

On the dark and muddy road, there are also those who light up the lights for others. Although no one recognizes his value, every person who holds a kindling on his head is always living and working silently, and then like Disappeared like a shadow. "(5)

Countless people have written countless chapters.

We have passed down the fire from our ancestors. This has been a long battle for thousands of years. The cold nights are long and the dawn does not come.

However, we always keep it in the depths of our hearts, and use our whole body to feed its brilliance.

Those who die first will never give up their choices because of the invisible future.

Because heroes have descendants.

The author has something to say: (1) From Bernard Shaw

(2) from Bruno

(3) From Lu Xun

(4) From Hume

(5) from Prussia

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lihe;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!