Kekrop's POV
It has been three years since my city on the island of Attica rose to its Great Glory. Traders and artists from all over the world come to my city. It has become a refuge for people who strive for more, for slaves to free themselves. To make your dreams come true. And of course, to taste our olive oil. It's been three years since the gods blessed my city with the most beautiful and fertile olive trees in all of Greece. THREE YEARS AGO: My eyes are still heavy with sleep when I suddenly hear screaming outside, I rush to see what's going on. Terror takes over me and my heart starts pounding. A large tree has grown out of the ground in the middle of the town square, which was not there yesterday. The tree is so big that I have to strain to see the top. "THERE ARE MORE!!!" my wife Melissa shouts. "WHAT?!" "THE EMPTY PLAINS ARE NOW FULL OF OLIVE TREES! THE GODS HAVE ACCEPTED OUR CITY!" And how! Where there was once desert and death is now full of life and gold, because this gift will change everything. I turn to heaven and shout the new name of my city.
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Pallas Athene: the foundation of Athens
Historical FictionAbout the goddess Athena, Kekrops who will never have children and Daphne who dreams about revenge.
