[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

Apollo and I both drove the chariot, and our anger was stronger than the thunderbolt from the golden and silver wheels, and we rushed towards the direction of Thebes.

The queen of this mere human country, Niobe, who claimed to be the happiest mother who gave birth to seven boys and seven girls by herself, dared to make fun of the mother of the sun god and the moon god, and forbade the women of Thebes to sacrifice to this only The goddess of the night who gave birth to twins!

She is even more daring, in front of the people offering sacrifices, to laugh at the plight of her mother when she gave birth—persecuted by Hera, chased by a giant python, rejected by the earth, and gave birth to only one child on a floating island in embarrassment. Some pair of sons and daughters - what a crazy Niobe! !

I sneered and looked at the high-spirited queen who was surrounded by everyone in the center below the clouds. Instead, I put the silver arrow in my hand back into the quiver—how easy it is to kill her with one arrow, and how can I let her taste the ultimate beauty? Pain, let stupid human beings see what will happen if they offend the gods and take warning?

Apollo and I looked at each other, and both of us knew what to do.The proud seven princes of Niobe and King Amphion are training and resting in the field outside the city-oh, what a healthy and lively figure.

Apollo took out a golden arrow and pointed it at the big prince on horseback without hesitation. As the heir to the throne of Thebes, the prince must of course learn excellent riding and archery since he was a child, and be able to lead the army to fight alone. A fit body and a strong will—but what are these before God?

With a whoosh, a ray of golden light.Niobe's eldest son was easily shot in the heart and fell to the ground. He didn't even have time to cry out, and he lost his breath in an instant.

This is God's punishment for human beings.

Apollo's eyes were serious, and the arrow, sharper than the noonday sun, pierced the throat of one of the princes who came to check on his brother's situation, and coldly aimed at the rest.

Some of the princes galloped away on horseback, some held weapons with their brothers, and tried to confront God, and some already knelt on the ground and begged for God’s forgiveness—the sound of swishing, swishing, tearing through the air Afterwards, only blood gushed out from the open wound, and only the expression of fear froze on the gradually graying face.

The seven sons were all pierced by Apollo's arrows.

"Sister?" Apollo turned to look at me.

"And her remaining seven daughters, leave them all to me." I picked up a silver arrow and waited for the target to appear like a hunt.

----When the corpses of the seven children were in front of them, their father, King Amphion, was so sad that he couldn't bear the pain, so he raised his sword and stabbed it into his chest fiercely.The culprit, Niobe, dressed in mourning, yelled madly at the sky, "You cruel Leto, you domineering gods—hahahahaha", the woman tore off her veil and jumped up laughing wildly , "Did you see, I still have seven daughters, my children are still more than your cruel God!!! Hahahaha!!!"

She laughed piercingly.

I was so angry that I slowly set up the arrow and aimed at the eldest daughter who was comforting her mother.O princess of Thebes, fair and radiant, destroyed--

Faster than the moonlight passing through the treetops, a silver arrow pierced deeply into her back, causing her to fall down in her mother's arms in an instant, and her body became cold rapidly.

The mighty Niobe covered his mouth.

How does it taste?Taste the pain of losing your own flesh and blood!

My eyes were cold, and the finger holding the arrow was also bitingly cold.As I let go of the bowstring one after another, the trembling princesses beside my mother were shot to death one by one by silver arrows before they could even scream. The blood splashed from their chests or throats wet my mother's cheeks.

one two three four five six.

"No!! No!!!" Niobe was covered in blood, hugging her last living child tightly, her proud and arrogant expression had already completely collapsed on her face, she screamed with all her might, "My SIN!! MY SIN!!! God, leave me the only child!!! Leave the youngest child!!! Give me a little hope!!!"

hope?

Apollo, who had been watching, looked at me, "Sister? Are you hesitating?"

The moment I shot the last arrow, I remembered a passage I heard on the cliff of Caucasus Mountain.

"Artemis, hope is the most inescapable wealth of human beings. As long as there is hope, no torture can destroy human beings. Hope is like a sturdy walking stick, and patience is a robe for traveling. Human beings rely on these two things... ..."

His gentle voice is still in my ears.The human beings whom he cherished so dearly--

"Ah!" I suddenly woke up and called out softly.If possible, I would like to stop this last arrow and leave it to Niobe, who offended the god, the so-called hope.

But lighter than the moonlight piercing the clouds, the silver shaft cannot turn back.Even Niobe's bloody hands could not block the speed of light.

On the back of the youngest princess, the logo of the moon god was inserted.A large piece of bright red blood smeared from her gauze and soaked through the clothes.She lowered her little hand weakly, and her body slipped from her mother's stiff arms——

"Sister, you shot. We punished this human being who dared to offend God!"

I put down my bow and arrow, stared at the motionless woman, and hummed.

Niobe's cheeks still had tears of remorse and pleading.She still maintains the posture of hugging her daughter tightly with both hands - it's just that she is already stiff and her heart is dead.For being robbed of the last ray of hope?

"Apollo, let's go." Feeling a little tired.I took one last look at the dead little princess--long curly hair, a blood-stained face, and a pair of tightly closed eyes.

As I wished, I avenged Apollo and destroyed those who dared to hurt my mother.It's just - why is my heart so heavy?

I couldn't talk to Apollo or my mother, so I suddenly thought, so I sat quietly on the edge of the Caucasus cliff, maybe, he would tell me if I was doing it right?The thought of the possibility of strong disapproval, even anger, in those gentle brown eyes made me more restless and yet more eager to know the outcome.

I excused Apollo and drove to the mountains in the east.

Just saw that familiar cliff - ah! !I covered my mouth and screamed.what do i see !

A huge condor, with sharp claws better than a sharp dagger, and a beak as hard as a chisel, is grabbing the man tied to the edge of the cliff, tearing and pecking at it!

There has never been such a moment, the cruel and bloody punishment that I have been deliberately avoiding, is retrospectively magnified-how the tough and smooth texture like a white mountain stone was torn and broken again and again during the day, and the internal organs were greasy , The blood is ferocious?

The condor has lifted its head from his chest and abdomen and picked up his liver.Witnessing everything, severe pain seemed to spread from my body, so sharp and so painful--I stared at the blood-stained man, his eyes were tightly closed--

It was as if there was a cracking sound from the heart.Enduring the tears that welled up in my eyes, I pulled out a silver arrow from my back with my backhand, drew the bow and set the arrow, and shot straight at that damned eagle! !

The silver cold light flashed, and it was about to penetrate the target ----- another golden light flashed.

My arrow was completely blocked by the golden arrow shot from another direction.

"Sister!!" Apollo rushed out from the clouds in his car, "That is the messenger of father, how can you shoot it?"

Regardless of his questioning, I stared at that direction—the condor, which had escaped death, flapped its wings, flew up from the cliff, and circled away.But it will come tomorrow, day after day, year after year.

Day after day, year after year.How can we end all this?How can I save my beloved from this torture?

I looked at the people who were bound tightly on the cliffs.I wanted to call him out, I wanted to run to him - but I was like, frozen Niobe.

Apollo's tone became panicked, and he called to me, "Sister, sister? I didn't mean to offend you."

"Sister, I swear, my golden arrow will never have the slightest chance of hurting my sister----sister, sister?!"

He jumped over my chariot and hugged me tightly in an attempt to comfort me.Because of me, I have long been staring at the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountains, with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I finally, hoarse, covered my face and cried.