001- THE MISTRESS OF VICE AND VIRTUES
It seemed only yesterday when I used to believe that the gods and goddesses' existence were only tall tales made-up by our ancestors who lived thousands of years in the past.
Tales of beings so powerful, they held up the sky, commanded the waters, and shook the earth to their own will.
In ancient Greece, came the legendary stories and myths that primarily introduced these beings.
The most renowned among them were the Olympians.
They were the twelve deities who ruled from the peak of Mount Olympus—at least, according to the stories passed down through the ages. Worshipped since antiquity, their names are ones you've likely heard before...
Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and either Hestia or Dionysus.
By now, some of you might be wondering—am I somehow connected to them?
Could one of them be my mother? Or my father, perhaps?
You would be mistaken.
I share no blood with the Olympians. And yet, on the eve of my eighteenth birthday—the Winter Solstice of December 22—I found myself entangled in their affairs.
Noon, nababasa ko lamang ang mga kwento nila sa mga librong tinatalakay namin sa paaralan. Ngunit ngayon, tuluyan nang nagbago ang buhay ko dahil sa kanila.
Don't get me wrong—I've always admired the Greek myths. I found them fascinating, even awe-inspiring. But that was before...
Before my ordinary life changed in the blink of an eye on that fateful day.
"Descendant of the moon and quietus, it has been decades since last I gazed upon thy divinity. Youth finally becomes thee."
Before me stood a strikingly beautiful woman, draped in a flowing golden Greek dress, its hue reminiscent of ripened wheat fields. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a delicate veil rested atop her head—though it did little to conceal her face.
Her glowing green eyes locked onto mine with unmistakable recognition, dahilan para mapaatras ako nang ilang hakbang palayo sa kanya sa hindi maipaliwanag na kabang biglang bumalot sa katawan ko.
"W-Who are you?" I gasped, my voice unsteady.
She let out a soft chuckle, stepping forward—but still keeping a measured distance between us.
"I am the Greek deity of harvest and agriculture. You may know me by the name… Demeter."
I froze. My legs felt like they had turned to stone.
That's absurd.
"I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered with denial under my breath. But the goddess only smiled.
"Yes, child, you are. But not all dreams are illusions," she said, her voice softer than a nightingale's chirp. And yet, despite its gentleness, the intensity in her glowing green eyes was undeniable.
As it turned out… that day, I did dream of the Greek goddess of agriculture, Demeter herself. And in that dream, she unveiled secrets so unsettling—so impossible—that I never could have imagined hearing them in my lifetime.
"You've come of age. Your mother would be glad to see you," she said suddenly, a soft smile gracing her lips.
My brows furrowed.
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The Prophecy of Fates (SLOWLY EDITING)
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