In the darkest corner of my battered mind, where the echo of my wounds resonates like an endless lament, lies a wounded soul yearning to escape its gloomy reality.
. . .
After an unexpected impact, I felt such intense pain that it made even the last feather of my fragile little body vibrate. It was like nearly a hundred out-of-tune violinists giving a concert deep within my guts while the enraged audience hurled rotten tomatoes at them. And as if that weren't enough, a chill as intense as an environmental activist took hold of me, freezing my arteries and making my feathers stand on end.
After a few scant seconds that passed with the slowness of Almiro's tortoise, the incessant discomfort suddenly ceased. However, my bones decided to give a free interpretation of their usual performance and began to grow and grow, like the trees of Dreah in the vast garden of Olympus.
As I fell into the strong arms of euphoria, I watched as my reddish feet transformed into a delicate pair of human legs. Likewise, not one nor three, but two arms took the place where my still feathery wings had rested. These, as if by magic, positioned themselves at the top of my back and grew fifteen times in size. And my eyes, witnesses to how poorly democracy works in Greece, came to life with a new and striking emerald green color that replaced that dull black.
When I thought my metamorphosis had come to an end, a dazzling flash of light slowly enveloped my unusual body, unleashing my strengthened wings, ready to land on a wide plain very close to Mount Olympus, where a river of powerful currents reigned with grace and audacity: the majestic Finga.
Barely conscious and still engulfed in hysterical disbelief at all that had happened, my eyes met those of the goddess Aphrodite, who also showed signs of alarm despite her almost lifeless face. Inaudible whispers of astonishment, seasoned with two pinches of terror, escaped her lips in the same way many dictators escape their imperious punishment.
High above, a mysterious and intense greenish light appeared around the holed Selene, defying all celestial logic. Then, I heard a grave, but feminine, voice resonate from the very moon, calling out the name of the loving deity who lacked love.
"Aphrodite!" bellowed the titaness and, after a pause, added: "I must make it clear that, unlike other times, today I do not know the reason you have summoned my presence. Could it be that you cannot think clearly, and therefore I am unable to delve into the depths of your thoughts?" inquired the superior deity, with a doubtful tone but quite calm.
"Oh, mighty titaness of the night and radiance!" shouted Aphrodite, possessed by surprise, with tears of living water in her eyes and some snot in her nose. "You cannot imagine the great joy you have just given me in these moments of bitterness. I thought you would completely ignore my pleas, but..."
"Oh, here we go again! Don't start getting pedantic, or I'll turn my back and leave the same way I came!" interrupted Selene, in an exasperated tone. "Next time, my answer will be for you to stop wasting my precious rest time with your requests and your feigned interest in me to get you out of a predicament. You can bet on that!"
"Okay...?" answered Aphrodite, with countless doubts swirling in her mind.
"My dear, don't misunderstand me, you've always been intense, and I've managed to deal with it, but now I'm living the best centuries of my life; the tides seem to control themselves, and people have stopped believing that my phases interfere with the growth of their silly crops, that's Demeter's business."
"Well... that sounds fabulous," lied the foam-born.
An awkward silence, as uncomfortable as Zeus's decision to marry his own sister, took over the night, but only for a moment.
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The Goddess Andrea
FantasíaAndrea, the youngest daughter of the goddess Aphrodite, is destined to become the new goddess of love. But her idyllic life on Mount Olympus is abruptly interrupted when she is forced to flee and seek refuge in unknown lands. In her quest to find wh...
