This is my fanictional myth on how hurricanes got their name and how they came about, you know like how in greek myths they have a myth for everything? Well this was a an assignment in class, so I hope you enjoy.
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The Greatest Disaster
Long ago, in the springtime when the Goddess, Persephone, was with her mother and the world was full of bloom, Persephone gave birth. She gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Those twins were my brother and me. The father of the twins, my dad, was Hades, God of Death and ruler of the underworld city, Tartarus. My mother disdained us, insulted that she had twins born at the roots of death. Persephone sent us down to live with my father, for my mother wanted NOTHING to do with us. Although it hurt, I soon got over it. If my mom didn't want us then I didn't want her. The same went for my brother. Since we were only babies, my brother and I only remember that we have a mother who hated us. My father, on the other hand, was overjoyed to have two children of his very own. He named me Apollyon and my brother Huracan for we were the God and Goddess of Wind and Destruction. Awesome, ain't it?
My brother and I were very close to my father. He was the only family we had. When we were young, my father had much time to spend playing with us. My favorite was when he let us ride his three-headed dog. That massive mutt always slobbered all over me, but I didn't care.
As the years went by, my brother and my father grew apart. They fought over every little thing. They soon couldn't stand to be in the same room. Finally, close to our 12th birthday, my father banished Huracan from Tartarus. He readied his carriage, with his undead, spirit-dwelling steeds with red eyes and grey smoke pluming from their nostrils. He forced my brother on the carriage, and brought him up to the surface, leaving him on a peninsula in the mortal world.
This infuriated me. My brother and my father were the only family I had. I loved them both dearly, but isolating Huracan was not an option for me. I wouldn't have it.
"How could you do this? He's my BROTHER!" I shouted
"HE chose his own fate! HE made it so that he could not live with us anymore!" My father retorted.
"Chose his own fate? Live with 'us'? No, live with YOU! Did you ever think that maybe I get to have a say in this or not? He is the only family I HAVE!" I yelled back.
"You have me!"
"No, no I don't. You have stripped me of my other half. I do NOT have you anymore. He is my TWIN! I can not live without my other half. Have you ever noticed the connection that holds us together?"
"Yes, and it is time you survive without it. I have tried many years to shield your heart from his."
"Well, you didn't try hard enough, because I can still feel his pain, as well as my own!"
As the argument grew, so did the rage inside me. But, little did I know that back in the mortal world it grew inside Huracan, too. Ever since we had been born we always had a connection. Whatever he felt I felt, and vice versa. We could even have silent conversations inside our heads.
Back in the mortal world, the clouds grew dark, the wind grew heavy and swift, and all of the land grew as black as the midnight sky. It started to rain and pour. The ground shook as trees fell to the ground. The wind made the rain pelt everything, stinging the animals with biting water drops. It was worse than a rainstorm or a tornado. My rage was acting on my brother, who was controlling this monster from the sky. It blew over a mountain range known as El Yunque, destroying everything in sight and having no remorse for the families it ruined.
This monster of a storm destroyed an Indian tribe known as the Tainos Indians. It left nothing but the debris of a once known village and a once known tribe. As mine and Huracan's joined rage died away, the sky lightened and the wind slackened. The center eye of this great storm disappeared, and nothing was left but debris and destruction. The fight was over, but the dark hole in my heart was growing ever stronger. What my father has done can never be forgiven. I will never forget, and I will never give in to Hades's petty gifts to try and please me.
Currently, my brother lives in the mortal world. He lives as a nomad, never finding a true home. I still love my father very much, but he can never be forgiven for what he has done. I cannot live without my other half, and deep down, Hades knows that. I feel everything Huracan does, and experience everything he does.
The Tainos Indians had legends. They created a new one that first time the great storm erupted. They called it the doing of Huracan, so they named the storm a Hurricane. Every now and then I get into that argument with my father, or it comes up from my brother being upset in the mortal world. We share the opinion that pathetic mortals are suicidal. They expect us, the gods and goddesses, to protect them form hazards and dangers. How can they expect us to protect them when they can't even be protected from themselves? They kill each other over nothing. They ask to be protected from another doing of Huracan. But, that only depends on how many times Hades and I get into an argument, and how many times history repeats itself. Ever since, Hurricanes have been most feared, natural disaster wise, around El Yunque.
[[ Pronunciation guide!]]
Hades- Hay-dees
Huracan- ooo-rah-con
Apollyon- uh-poll-e-on
Tainos- tah-ee-no-s
El Yunque- ell-young-key
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