She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

She opened her eyes.

The pure white tulle obscured her vision, and she could only vaguely make out the outline in front of her eyes.She was motionless, not waiting for anything, but simply had no idea of ​​what to do.

Then, a gust of gentle wind lifted the tulle covering his face.

She adjusted to the blinding light, which was pouring down from a hole in the top of her head.But the "they" standing in front of her shone brighter than that light. "They" have similar shapes to hers, but she instinctively perceives that they are all different and more transcendent existences from her.

"They" stared at her silently for a long time.The one who moved the heart for no reason made a sigh-like voice, and a series of cadenced syllables escaped from his lips.She could not understand, but guessed that the meaning of the sweet voice had something to do with her.

The owner of the voice stepped forward and flicked his wrist lightly in her direction.

Flocks of white pigeons appeared out of thin air, flapping their light wings and flying over the head, fragrant and delicate petals sprinkled from the charming fingertips, brushing her cheeks, body and hair, becoming a part of her.She couldn't find a suitable description, but she knew that she had changed.

Another took her hand next.

The spiritual spring of wisdom washed her heart, and she suddenly understood the words of "them", and understood that the group in front of her were all gods, and she could recognize each of them.A moment ago Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, now Athena, goddess of wisdom, crafts and war.

"I give you knowledge." Athena, wearing a battle helmet, shook off the white robe as white as the moonlight and put it on for her.

After that came the inseparable three goddesses of Grace, who approached lightly, as if they were dancing around her.They weaved gold-embroidered ribbons in her hair, and adorned her neck, wrists, and waist with gems, coral, and pearls. May all her movements be filled with light, her dance steps always light and graceful, and her songs be melodious.

The three goddesses of timing, who are in charge of the change of seasons, then held a fragrant and lovely corolla in their hands, and gently put the blessings of the season on her head.

"Only a quick and quick speech is worthy of this body." It was Hermes, the messenger of the gods who spoke, and he was also the guide of all living beings, the shepherd who brought wealth, the guardian of thieves, tricksters and magic, who drew The spirit ferryman who boarded the ship of the dead to the other side of the River Styx from Charon.

He walked briskly in front of her, and smiled at her kindly, with carefree light in his emerald green eyes.

"I--"

Hermes, who was supposed to be better at talking and laughing than any god, paused blankly, as if being hit from behind, and forgot what he was going to say.

She imitated him and smiled back at him kindly.

Hermes seemed to be facing the chariot of the sun suddenly, trying to close his eyes to block the strong light, but he couldn't look away.

Not only the messengers of the gods who come and go like the wind on weekdays, but also the gods present all fell into an unspeakable silence because of her smile.For the first time she was uneasy.

"I give you a beautiful voice and eloquent lips." As he said this, Hermes slowly traced her lips with his fingertips.

The tone of his blessing is almost undetectable from other gods.The fingertips are inseparable, as if trembling.But only a little.

Her lips moved, and she found that she could speak words like a god.But she didn't know what to say, and finally fell silent.

Hermes had already retreated to the sides with the other gods.

Only then did she notice that there were two thrones directly below the huge dome, where the beams of light shone.Instinctively, she didn't dare to look closely, but she knew that it was Zeus, the king of the gods, and his companion Hera.

Zeus nodded in satisfaction, and his laughter made her want to tremble for some reason: "Neither the Titans nor mortals can resist such a gift." Father God suddenly called his name again: "Hermes, I am good at weaving Child of words, I leave it to you to name this gift."

So Hermes came to her again.

The god who is good at speculating and manipulating words only thought for a while before answering without hesitation:

"Pandora."

He pronounced three syllables in a steady tone, looking at her all the time, repeating, defining her:

"Pandora - the one who receives all the gifts and gathers the gifts of the gods."

This seems like an overly sweet name for a gift meant to punish arrogant humans.

But Pandora has another meaning, also true to its name: a gift from the gods.

As far as the Olympian gods are concerned, Prometheus, as the Titan Protoss, stood on the side of Olympus in the battle between the Olympian Gods and the Titan Protoss, but he preferred humans.He tried to deceive Zeus by tricks, and wanted mortals to swallow the delicious meat of animal sacrifices, leaving only the bones and ointment to the gods.The king of the gods was furious and deprived humans of the right to use fire.Prometheus did not repent and give up. Instead, he disobeyed Zeus again and stole fire to give to humans.

For this crime of theft and disrespect, Prometheus was chained on the Caucasus Mountains, where he suffered day after day from the pain of his liver being eaten raw by eagles and growing back to its original shape.

But just punishing Prometheus was not enough to appease Zeus' anger.He wants to bring the gift of disaster to the human beings that Prometheus cherishes.Pandora therefore transformed from a handful of clay, gaining body, spirit and talent.

She is blessed with many gifts, which are gifts themselves.

However, Pandora didn't know the reason for her birth or the role she was going to play.

The Titans and mortals are both familiar and unfamiliar words to her—although Athena bestowed on her the wisdom enough to understand things, she only directly instilled limited knowledge.She knew what these words meant, but she couldn't imagine what they looked like for the time being.There are many, many things she can learn.

Pandora, she said silently in her heart, chewing on her newly acquired name over and over again.She likes the pronunciation of it.Perhaps this is also due to the fact that it was Hermes who named her.For some reason, she was not so afraid of this messenger of the gods, and even felt a little close.

"Very good." On the other side, the King of Gods agreed with this apt naming.He then lightly waved the shining scepter in his hand, and in the hall covered with golden floor tiles suddenly appeared two carriages drawn by a god horse, the first one was empty, and the second one was full of boxes and boxes containing treasures.

It was obviously the first time for Pandora to see these things, but a series of nouns appeared in her mind, corresponding to most of the objects one by one.She looked at them curiously, but when Zeus made a sound, she withdrew her gaze:

"It's not too late, my son, Hermes, the messenger of the gods, just send the gift we prepared to the world. You know what to do." Zeus exchanged knowing glances with his partner beside him, happily laughed out loud.

Hermes took a step towards the throne, bowed slightly and said, "My father Zeus, it's still too early, Pandora is not ready yet."

"Why?"

A trace of doubt also flashed across Hermes' mind.He didn't understand why he said that.But he didn't change his face, and the words escaped from his lips and teeth fluently, uncontrollably, as if it was another self who wove this discussion:

"Prometheus must have warned his brother in advance not to accept any gifts from Olympus. Now that Pandora is more of a god than a man, her appearance in this form may inspire awe and admiration, but it will also attract Unnecessary vigilance. To make the Titans who prefer humans let go of their guard and accept gifts, Pandora must be given more humanity."

Pandora knew that the "gift" in the mouth of the King of Gods was referring to herself.But she didn't think of chasing the ins and outs of this title.

From this perspective, Hermes is right.Her mode of thinking and action is closer to that of the nascent gods, without the ambition of human beings who want to go against and make a comeback, but just accept the given definition and implement it faithfully.

Zeus then asked: "What do you want to do?"

Hermes smiled slightly. He always thought of more than one response in advance: "Leave it to me. Among the gods of Olympus, no one is more familiar with human habits than me. After all, whether it is shepherd People, tourists, and merchants all pray to me. And father, as you know, one of my titles is the king of thieves, and it is only I who can teach her how to use tricks and lies to make the king of suspicious people Willingly accept her and fall in love with her."

Zeus stroked his beard and pondered: "You are right. But if you delay for too long, humans will forget why they are punished."

"You don't have to worry," Hermes suggested meaningfully with his green eyes twinkling slyly, "you and I both know somewhere where staying for a long time won't take much time, don't you?"

The lord of Olympus narrowed his eyes at Hermes.

Among the sons of gods, only Hermes, the black-haired and green-eyed child, has the courage and the ability to calmly lie to the infinitely wise Father God.The first time he visited the golden palace of Olympus after he was born, Hermes turned the truth upside down in front of Zeus, denying that he had stolen Apollo's cattle, but accusing his half-brother of brutally intimidating him, an unarmed, innocent and pure children.

At that time, Zeus could easily detect his son's tricks of deception, but now, he is not so confident.

Zeus immediately thought that, like the other sons of god, Hermes also made a heavy oath to the goddess of the river Styx, and would never do anything harmful to Olympus.In addition, compared to other gods, Hermes has always been worry-free and friendly, almost no one hates him, and there is no hatred that he cannot resolve.Even the younger brother of Prometheus, the Titan who is still protecting mortals, has a friendly face when facing Hermes.

So Zeus solemnly nodded: "Forget it. Just do as you say. Go and come back quickly."

Hermes picked up Pandora by the waist, and kicked the ground lightly.

The messenger of the gods grew wings, walked like flying, and disappeared outside the golden palace in the blink of an eye.

The gust of wind rushed towards her face, Pandora closed her eyes.However, the wind died down almost immediately.Her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes, and found that she leaned a little deeper into Hermes' arms, and was thus sheltered.

She looked up at Hermes with clear and calm eyes.

When their eyes met, the expression of the green-eyed god suddenly shook, like a corner of a curtain being rolled up.

Even facing the father god Zeus who dominates the sky, Hermes will not be afraid.But somewhere in his undead body, perhaps the heart, curled up as it found its own reflection in Pandora's eyes.

And it's not the first time.

Just now in the golden palace of Olympus, the moment when he met the unnamed Pandora face to face, and the moment when her chick learned to flutter its wings to imitate his smile, the same fierce chill hit him.That is close to fear, but very different.If fear is ice and bitter wine, then this strange throb is fire and honey.

Hermes has a clue to this bizarre ailment.But don't want to believe it.

Unlike his siblings, he rarely gets involved in entanglements.Although he has the record of hunting the hundred-eyed giant Argos, he is more suitable to be a good-tempered passerby than a hero.After all, messengers going to and from the Three Realms don't stay there for a long time, and the destination of the journey to deliver messages is never his own destination.

Yes, he must just be overwhelmed by the masterpiece of the craftsman, just like the other gods present.

Aphrodite, the god of beauty, recognized Pandora's beauty, and sighed for her superior charm, as well as the longing, regret and tenderness that always accompany the charm.Even Athena, who was not teased by love, smiled at Pandora.

He was just aroused by curiosity and wanted to appreciate the works of the gods for a while longer.

Thinking of this, Hermes felt a little relieved, and teased in a relaxed tone: "I hope you are not afraid of heights."

Pandora froze for a moment, then looked around.

They moved swiftly among the clouds.Because of flying too fast, the settlements, green fields, and river marshes on the dark land were all elongated and deformed, like clusters of blurred and overlapping color blocks.Pandora wasn't afraid, but she felt dizzy after watching for a long time, so she looked away.She still didn't speak, so quiet that she was ashamed of the blessings bestowed upon her.

is she scaredAs a creature, it is natural to fear the gods.

Hermes' mood was suddenly quite delicate.He continued in a joking tone: "Aren't you asking where I'm taking you?"

"Where are you taking me?"

When the question came out, Pandora was taken aback.It was the first time she heard her own voice.

"The end of the earth," Hermes teased himself after answering, "It seems like I'm abducting you."

Pandora tilted her head slightly, this action was like an ignorant and innocent little animal, she repeated unfamiliar words: "Abduction?"

Hermes was silent for a rare moment, and looked ahead: "At the end of the western land, where it meets the ocean, there is a flat and fertile land. It is the only residence on the land that is not dominated by time. There is Known as the Field of Bliss, it is a divinely blessed place that only those with permission can enter."

"Zhi, Fu, Le, Yuan." She repeated each syllable, memorizing the new term.

"Pandora,"

The breath calling her name brushed her ears.

The messenger of the gods softly opened the gate of Elythion in Elysium before her eyes:

"Look, we've arrived."