A teacher had us write a myth in Grade Ten World History, and I thought I might put it here... I'm still editing it (years later) and trying to fix it up, but I always go back to the original.
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Myth of the Fog
Once, on a day in time of good harvest, Hermes the messenger of the Gods was traversing through woods off to the north of Athens. Sometime during the flight, a playful plant of sorts reached out with a limb or vine and took a hold on the God’s ankle, sending him tumbling to the ground. The wing-shoed god tumbled for a moment before he landed upon his back. He may have lay there forever, had not a wood nymph male by the name of Aryses crept from his willow tree and set the God back upon his feet before fleeing up into the high branches.
Hermes was so touched by the gesture that he returned the next day, and called up into the branches of the willow… What the God was not aware of was that Aryses was not the only nymph in this particular tree, for his twin, Arynus, was the one who ended up answering to the messenger’s call. Hermes did not notice the difference between the nymphs, for their initial appearance was identical in almost every way, and Arynus did not bother to correct him, for they fell in love. And, over time, Arynus conceived.
Aryses, outraged after discovering his sister’s affairs, ended her life, and sank her body, heavy with child, into the river. Hermes, who had been passing through on mission close by came upon Aryses as he disposed for Arynus, and was overcome with grief. He traveled to his father Zeus and the elder God, touched by his son’s pain, took action.
The Great God Zeus had Aryses brought to him, and sentenced him, for his crimes, to be transformed into a roaming mist. So that for the rest of time he would feel no comfort from sun nor soil, and everything would always be just out of reach.
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Myth of the Fog
Once, on a day in time of good harvest, Hermes the messenger of the Gods was traversing through woods off to the north of Athens. Sometime during the flight, a playful plant of sorts reached out with a limb or vine and took a hold on the God’s ankle, sending him tumbling to the ground. The wing-shoed god tumbled for a moment before he landed upon his back. He may have lay there forever, had not a wood nymph male by the name of Aryses crept from his willow tree and set the God back upon his feet before fleeing up into the high branches.
Hermes was so touched by the gesture that he returned the next day, and called up into the branches of the willow… What the God was not aware of was that Aryses was not the only nymph in this particular tree, for his twin, Arynus, was the one who ended up answering to the messenger’s call. Hermes did not notice the difference between the nymphs, for their initial appearance was identical in almost every way, and Arynus did not bother to correct him, for they fell in love. And, over time, Arynus conceived.
Aryses, outraged after discovering his sister’s affairs, ended her life, and sank her body, heavy with child, into the river. Hermes, who had been passing through on mission close by came upon Aryses as he disposed for Arynus, and was overcome with grief. He traveled to his father Zeus and the elder God, touched by his son’s pain, took action.
The Great God Zeus had Aryses brought to him, and sentenced him, for his crimes, to be transformed into a roaming mist. So that for the rest of time he would feel no comfort from sun nor soil, and everything would always be just out of reach.
