GREEK GOD
THE LORD OF SILVER 2

It was as if the river was rising

meet her. The air was filled with a dazzling mist. For a moment

Apollo lost sight of the fleeing girl

that's. Then he saw it near the riverbank, and so close

with him so that his long hair, which was loosened behind him, swept

her cheek. He thought that he would jump into the rushing water and

roaring, and he stretched out his hand to save her. But it isn't

The fair and timid Daphne he caught; it was a tree trunk

greetings, its green leaves tremble in the wind.

"O Daphne! Daphne!" yells,

"Is this how the river saves you? Did Father Peneus change you

become a tree to keep you away from me?"

Did Daphne really

it has turned into a tree, I don't know; nor does it matter

now-that's been a long time. Apollo believed that it was

thus, and so he made a wreath from the bay leaf and

put it on his head like a crown, and said that he would always

wear it to remember the beautiful girl. And after that, the tree of greetings

it was Apollo's favorite tree, and, even to this day, of poets and musicians

crowned with its leaves.

Apollo didn't care to spend much

time with his mighty relatives at the top of the mountain. He prefers

going from place to place and from land to land, seeing people

in their workplace and make their life happy. When men

the first time saw her childish face and her white hands

gently, they sneered and said that he was just a person who was not

useful and useless. But when they heard him speak, they,

they were so fascinated that they stood up, fascinated, to

hearken; and they shall forever make His words

their laws. They wonder how he could be

wise; for to them it seemed that he had done nothing but

take a walk, play a beautiful harp and look at the trees, flowers, and,

birds and bees. When one of them gets sick, they

come to him, and he tells them what to find in the

plants or rocks or rivers that will heal them and make them

strong back. They noticed that he did not grow old, such as

others, but she was always young and beautiful; and, even after him

go,—they don't know how, or where—seems like earth is the place

brighter and sweeter to live in than before he came.

In a mountain village outside the Tempe Valley,

there lived a beautiful woman named Coronis. When Apollo saw it, he,

he loved her and made her his wife; and for a long time

they both live together, and are happy. A baby is born slowly

they were, - a boy with the most beautiful eyes ever seen

anyone,-and they named him AEsculapius. The mountains and

the forest was filled with the music of the Apollo lute, and even the Mighty People on the summit

the mountain was happy.

One day Apollo leaves Coronis and

his son, and traveled to visit his favorite house on the Mountain

Parnassus.

"I'll hear from you every day

hari," said as he parted ways. "Somehow it will fly fast

every morning to Parnassus, and tell me if you and the boy are all right

just, and what are you doing while I'm gone."

Apollo had a crow

very discreet pet, and can talk. The bird is not

black, like the raven you have seen, but white

snows. Men say that all crows were white until then,

I doubt if anyone knows.

The crow of Apollo was a great complainer, and

not always telling the truth. That will see the beginning of

something, and then, without waiting to know more about it,

will hurry up and make up a good story about him. But there's none

others who brought news from Coronis to Apollo; for, as

all you know, there were no postmen at the time, and there were no cables

telegraphs all over the world.

Everything went well for a few

day. Every morning the white bird will fly across hills and plains

and rivers and forests until they found Apollo, both in the forest at the top of Parnassus

or at his own house in Delphi. Then it will reach his shoulder and

he said, "Coronis is fine! Coronis is fine!"

But one day, it has a story

be different. It came a lot earlier than before, and it seemed very

hastily.

"Kor-Kor-Kor!" that

crying; but it was so breathless that it could not be mentioned

whole name.

"What's the problem?" exclaim Apollo,

alertly. "Did anything happen to Coronis? Speak out!

Tell me the truth!"

"He doesn't love you! she didn't

love you!" shouting crow. "I saw a man

see a man,-" and then, without stopping to take

breathing, or to finish the story, he flew into the air, and rushed

home again.

Apollo, who had always been so wise, now

almost as stupid as the crow. He imagined that Coronist

sadness and anger. With a silver bow in his hand, he immediately

go to his house. He did not stop to talk to anyone; he

he decided to learn the truth for himself. Teams

the goose and his golden chariot were not ready, for now he lived together

man, he must travel like a man. Travel should

it was done on foot, and it was not a short trip on

a time when there was no way. After a while, he came to

the village where he lived happily for so many years, and soon he saw

his own house was half hidden among the dark-leaved olive trees. Within

in a minute he'll know if the crow is telling the truth.

He heard the footsteps of someone running in

forestland. He caught a glimpse of the white robe among the trees. Him

feeling convinced that this was the man the crow saw, and he tried

run away. He attached an arrow to his bow quickly. Him

pull rope. The twang! And the arrow that never misses

it shot out like a flash of light in the air.

Apollo heard a sharp scream of pain

and wild; and he leapt forward through the forest. There, lie down

dying on the grass, he saw his beloved Coronis. He has seen

he came, and ran happily to greet him, when the arrow was cruel

pierced heart. Apollo was overwhelmed with sadness. He took

she was in his arms, and tried to call him back to life

any more. But it was all for nothing. He could only whisper his name, and

then he died.

A moment later, the crow went up

one of the trees near him. "Kor-Kor-Kor," that is

it started; because he wanted to finish the story now. But

Apollo told her to leave.

"Fuckin' dragon," he shouted,

"you must not say a word other than

'Cor-Cor-Core!' all your life; and the feathers that you are proud of are not

it will be white again, but black like midnight."

From that time to the present, as

You know well, all the crows are black; and they fly

from one dead tree to another, always yelling, "Cor-cast!"

Soon after, Apollo brought Aesculapius

little went into his arms and took him to an old principal who

a wise man named Cheiron, who lived in a cave under a gray cliff

a mountain near the sea.

"Take this kid," he said, "and

teach him all the knowledge of mountains, forests, and fields. Teach him

the things he needs to know most to do good to

fellow."

And AEsculapius proved to be a child who

wise, gentle and sweet and teachable; and among all the disciples

Cheiron is the most beloved. He learned knowledge about

mountains, forests, and fields. He discovered what virtue was within

unreasonable plants and flowers and stones; and

he studied the habits of birds, animals, and humans. But above

all that he became skilled in bandaging wounds and healing

disease; and to this day the doctors remember and respect him

the first and greatest of their skills. When he grows up,

his name was heard in every land, and people blessed him because of him

he is the friend of life and the enemy of death.

Over time, AEsculapius

heals so many people and saves so many lives

Pluto, the pale-faced king of the Underworld, became wary.

"I won't do anything soon

anyway," he said, "if this doctor doesn't stop keeping people away

from my kingdom."

And he sent word to his brother

Jupiter, and complained that AEsculapius deceived him from what he became

his right. Jupiter the Great listened to his grievances, and stood among the clouds

the storm, and cast its lightning upon Aesculapius until the great physician was slain

viciously. Then the whole world was filled with sadness, and even

wild beasts and trees and stones wept for the companions of life

there's nothing more.

When Apollo heard about death

his son, his grief and anger were terrible. She can't

do nothing against Jupiter and Pluto, because they are stronger

from him; but he went down to the Vulcan workshop, under the smoky mountains,

and killed the giant blacksmith who made the deadly lightning.

Then Jupiter, in turn, is angry, and

he ordered Apollo to come before him and be punished for what he had done

doing so. He took his bow and arrows and his soy sauce

beautiful and all the beauty of its shape and features; and after that Jupiter

dress him in the tattered clothes of a beggar and drive him away

from the mountain, and told him that he should not return or

be himself again until he serves someone all year long

as slaves.

So Apollo went,

alone and without friends, into the world; and no one saw it

will dream that he was once the bright Lord of the Silver Bow.

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