Chapter 1.1 – Sun, Moon and Polaris
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Mount Olympus is enchanting, a sight adorned with elegance and allure, disrupting spatial laws—grafting geographical features on the summit of Greece.
Come wintry aura, the snow-capped crests bloomed in splendor by the virtue of a smiling sun, a halo formed around their pyramidal bodies; when the summer season came to be, the mountainous valley was an evergreen expanse, and so the birds fluttered against the zephyr wind, the birds’ hum drifts as any summertime pollen, their singing soft and mellow.
The gleaming sun loomed the azure from the far east and caressed the summit of Mount Olympus; and when the last of its rays kissed the earthen soil, when the azure had been dyed pomegranate pink, the sun whispered subtly to the moon wake up from the far west so he may rest from its days’ work.
The moon fluttered her eyes, smiled softly, and rose from the east. The moon a beacon of light showered Mount Olympus in a full glow.
Mount Olympus is a sacred steep incline reaching the heavens and for this reason alone the gods chose to reside on this peak, governing the mortal world from the high.
Above the sea of clouds, there is a colonnade, the front colonnade adorned with exotic flowers was drunk with the aromas of late summer bloom, soothed by the waterfall between the two ponds as large as a small lake with Nymphaeaceaes1 and a wooden bridge crossing the middle. It is a verdant green oasis, a safe haven, a blissful paradise for the winds that howled and the heavy downpours never reached this utopia. It was always sunny and pleasant, breathing with fragrant allure.
The gods dwelt on their own chateau, all divinely intricate in design, a manifestation of the god’s grandiose demeanor and Zeus’ chateau was the most grand of all.
Early in the morning, Aurora cast off the mists of the night, rosy fingers gleaming with rays of light.
Within seconds, the darkness that stretched over the boundless expanse blended with tones of rosy wine and saffron amber, a subtle and aesthetic manner to welcome the new day. The transient authority of the moon faded into the spatial laws for the sun breached the horizon and the azure exploded with vibrant hues. Sunlight filled the air, gently kissing all living things.
The gods gathered in the chateau of their sovereign king, Zeus.
He sat on a golden throne and received the gods in the grand hall, his gestures superimposing, brimming with supreme might.
Soon after, music filled the air without effort, the Musae’s sang what could not be expressed, soothed what needed to be relieved, healed what needed to be mended. Some reacted whilst others continued to chatter, but regardless, the nine beautiful goddesses spoke to them in some manner.
Zeus peeked over to the side and noticed the absence of Hera, her seat rather desolate.
“Where is Hera?” He gazed to the gods, seriously asking.
Themis, the righteous goddess of divine law, natural order, and oracles of fate sat on the side of the throne, pegged as the lady of good counsel due to her prophetic oracles—oftentimes a counsel of Zeus over the precepts of divine laws and rules of fate, her destiny long intermingled with Zeus in the antiquity of the past.
Once she held his sphere of adoration, betrothed to the heavenly god, a consort to Zeus, but because of Hera, the two had long severed their affection.
She grew conscious of Zeus’ composure, noted his inquiry of Hera’s whereabouts, and her countenance grew blank and stupefied.
She thought of Leto2 near childbirth, thought of Zeus’ composure losing a meager of its luster, thought of their hidden relation, that intricate and recondite mosaic of affection would forever go unnoticed, would be invariably overlooked, were it not for the observation of others.
They liked each other, that was all to it—only it was Leto’s ill luck and timing for Zeus had long formed an intimate relation with Hera.
In particular, the Moirae sisters of fate long confirmed Leto carried two unborn babes in her womb.
Whereas Hera fumed with resentment and deep rooted anger, Themis was indifferent to it all for Zeus had already given her bountiful blessings—children.
Leto carried Zeus’ children.
Zeus has yet to father a son.
Leto would give birth to both girl and boy.
Zeus would father a son.
Hera has yet to give birth to Zeus.
Such shameless circumstances felt as if the world delighted in her misery.
A resolution was made.
Themis would not give birth.
Hera in her jealousy declared Leto be banned from all lands, compelled all to shun her.
The pitiful night goddess hid in the western portion of Tibet near the Indus and Brahmaputra rivers. From there, Leto aimlessly wandered around in search for a safe haven where she could give birth.
Finally, she found a nameless island on the Aegean Sea located on the northernmost part of the Greek Cyclades archipelago. It is mountainous with many fruitful and well-watered valleys.
This nameless island was the Delos Island.
Leto’s dear sister, the star goddess could not bear to witness seeing Leto suffer so Asteria pleaded Poseidon to help her. In spite of this, Hera declared the nameless island of Delos be prohibited not to take root on the ocean floor, only able to drift on the endless sea.
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Zeus called forth a meeting and summoned the deities.
Iris communicated the will of Zeus to the beings of heaven and earth; he asked the goddess of messenger to check on Leto’s current situation and once understanding all circumstances present did he call for the Moirae sisters of fate.
He spoke to Clotho.
“Leto is expecting. I’ve this intuition the children she carries will bring great glory to Olympus, becoming kings amongst gods. Help me see their arranged fate.”
Clotho was the eldest of the Moirae sisters, a weaver of the thread; she directed fate and observed the thread of destiny assigned to every being under the guidance of the eternal laws so destiny may take its course without slight obstruction—Zeus, the gods, mortals and all livings beings were without a choice but to submit to the eternal laws of fate and destiny.
Clotho shut her eyes tight as if trying to seek for something, focusing until all was clear. She slowly opened her eyes. The pools of her orbs were clear, reflecting all in her sight.
The draperies hung on the walls emitted a faint leafy green hue of light.
“I saw the sun bathed in sunlight, exposing the world with shades of truth, revealing the flaws of beings and deities; I saw the moon bathed in moonlight, lessening the sins and darkness of the night; I saw the ethereal cherub of day and night become the incarnation of light, a manifestation of purity; I saw leaders of Olympus; I saw a shepherd watching over in guidance; I saw our protector. I saw our crown of hope, our light in times of darkness—I saw power and beauty.”
The prophetic revelations induced Zeus’ cheerful mood. He raised a shot of glass, a toast to the future of Olympus.
Zeus sipped on his chalice and tilted his head. He faced Iris.
“Travel the seven seas and go to Poseidon. Tell him, my son… children must not be born on a desolate, nameless island.”
Zeus conveyed his wishes and respectfully turned to his mother the Titaness.
“Mother Rhea, let us go witness the birth of my children and your grandchildren.”
Rhea bore Zeus and Hera through Cronus. Zeus conjectured that with Rhea’s presence in the course of Leto’s childbirth, Hera would not cause any unfavorable moves to anger the Titaness, mother of the gods.
Thinking of this, Zeus spoke to Themis once more. “Hera has always respected you; I think it is best that you also go.”
Themis heeded the king of gods’ suggestion and left with Asteria.