I’ve always wanted to do something related to Greek mythology, so i recently came up with an idea. I’ve created a category called the Olympus series, any one who has in-dept knowledge or wants to contribute can get in touch with me, I’ll really appreciate.
Hope you all enjoy it, here’s the first part
There were times she swore she saw Zeus in a bustling crowd, then again, there was a bit of Zeus in every man she came across; her own father could not be trusted, that was a historically known fact.
After all they had been through, millennium after millennium, war after war, this was her reward. The anger that burned within her could never dissipate, never! 11,000 years of being confined to such varying mortal frames. To be reincarnated when each body’s life force was expended, bearing freshly the memories of the previous lives she lived.
Surely Zeus had not thought these things through, seizing the immortality of the goddesses and leaving them to experience life and death over and over again.
For the first few hundred years it had been mere amusement. Something they themselves had in some way desired. But when the first millennium passed,the humor in the entire experience was gone. Like the other goddesses had experienced, the mortals they had come to live amongst had become boring, disrespectful and worst of all, had totally forgotten about them.
She had seen with her own eyes as some of her sacred temples got pulled down with no form of disciple or follower putting up a fight. A place she always loved to visit. what was left were a hand full of relics, turned into nothing but tourist attractions. Shemade frequent visits to these sites when she could, lingering around in the shadows of her shrine and hoping to hear worshipers call out her name.
This had happened in the western lands. They had forsaken the sacred rites of worship and had embraced their own contraptions and creations; or so they believed. She witnessed these mortals on their first flight into the heavens and even beyond in a short period of time.
Now mortals were on the edge of recreation of life itself. This unsettled her in no small way, she would spend many nights imagining what it would have been like if all 12 Olympians were to have been seated while these things happened. Poseidon would have called for mankind’s destruction by water obviously. Hades would surely begin to dream of a much larger domain to control (a chance to usurp the brother he so loathed).
Apollo, the one she could never take her eyes off, her beloved twin.
He couldn’t care any less.
How she missed her twin. How he would sit in a garden, a secluded part of Olympia, playing music only he knew the origins of.
As her mind wandered back and forth it gradually settled upon her current life, she had not expected it but her present incarnation excited her.
It was the life of an African.
Born into a well to do Nigerian family in the early 1980s. It was the first dark-skinned form she would be appearing in, having already lived as a Chinese woman in the Han dynasty, native American Indian & a woman from Milton Keynes amongst many. Her immediate past life had been a German woman who ended up being a nurse during world war 2. Her ability to miraculously heal people, especially women was put to use albeit on the wrong side. She didn’t really care much if the Germans were on the right or wrong, all that mattered to her was the urge to stop the suffering and pain she witnessed.
As a goddess she had played a major role in the Trojan war, stopping the Greek and Spartan ships from sailing and forcing Agamemnon to sacrifice his daughter. Apart from Apollo most of the other gods had wanted the war to end as soon as possible, not the more than a decade war that it turned out to be. Soon after Troy fell, as she walked amongst the ruins of the shattered city, she felt no satisfaction, no accomplishment, even her worshipers fell silent.The war had been baseless. Over a golden apple? And they had allowed Paris to be the judge of their beauty. As she thought about it now, after her series of mortal experiences she felt slightly ashamed. Undoubtedly experiencing these more complex feelings had initially been unsettling, but as their frequency increased she became more accustomed to understanding them and their origins.
The need to stop many deaths had plunged her into the middle of another senseless war.She had chosen not to take sides but to focus on the help she could render, at the end of it all the stories were horrifying. The death camps and human experimentation. Already advanced in years, she disappeared into the mountains, stayed in seclusion and for the first time experienced the human feeling of guilt. Her life force died shortly after
Her name now was Asabe, the only child of her parents. The fact that one of the attributes Olympians had was the ease with which the got jealous was probably why she was always the only child to any of the families she was born into.
Asabe was dotted on by both her parents. Yet she asked for the most unexpected of gifts for her 10th birthday; a quiver full of real arrows and a bow. She hung these items on the wall in her room. They reminded her of her possessions left behind on Olympia.She banished the thought of never returning, never seeing her estranged Mother Leto, never discussing the thrills of the hunt with Apollo.
At 27 her human form’s flawless beauty had bloomed. The long line of suitors seemed almost endless yet it was a pitiful sight. The truth would surely be incomprehensible to them no without her revealing her true nature; as the goddess of virginity her chastity was second nature.
How she missed Orion, the only man who ever understood her. She spent many nights watching the stars, where Zeus had preserved him.
Her mind came back to her present surroundings, She sat in her pottery shed, in front of her latest creation, a large vase that she was definitely going to enjoy painting. The previous ones she had made were selling at ridiculous prices and the art dealer who was helping her was beginning to loose his mind, asking her to make a few more and at a faster pace.
In another place she would have struck him down for trying to give her instructions.
But today she wasn’t going to be rushed, she felt an air of freedom surround her. For the first time in a long time she was less tense. ” i guess I’ll go out tonight”
A few hours later she was all dressed up in a black, short, body hugging long-sleeved dress, high-heeled blue shoes and a clutch purse, she let her unnaturally long hair lose for the night. She would be going alone, the last of her chosen girls had finally lost her virginity and she wasn’t willing to seek out new underlings. In as much as it pained her she knew there was little she could do to stop her underlings from getting deflowered, unlike the old days when young girls where specially chosen to tend to her devoted to lives of chastity and attending to her every need.
She missed her golden chariot, pulled along by her ever so excited deers. Now she made do with one of the amusing contraptions mortals had created; a car.
Getting into the club was not a problem, it was trying to tell as much men as she could that she would not be requiring company. She soon found her way to a corner of the crowded building and nestled in a seat with her drink. She watched for a bit before taking the last drops of her cocktail. Her thoughts were focused on Delos, her birth island, she rose from her seat and walked towards the center of the dance floor, in her mind she found herself in the midst of her worshipers during one of her commemorative festivals, as the music played she lost all inhibitions and threw her hands in the hair, her neck and hair flung back and her body moving invitingly to the music. In the cascading light she closed her eyes and danced then mouthed the words: “worship me”
Unknown to her, from an elevated view-point, despite the crowd, despite the music, despite the lights, an ancient pair of eyes watched her.