Heaven and earth were created, and the waves of the sea rose and fell, lapping against the shore. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFish frolic in the water and birds sing in the air. There are many animals on the earth, but there is not yet a single high-level creature with a soul that can dominate the world around them.

Then Prometheus was born, a descendant of the ancient gods banished by Zeus, the son of Iapetus, born of Gaia and Ouranos, the mother of the earth. He was wise and wise, and knew that the seed of the gods was hidden in the soil, so he took the soil, moistened it with the water of the river, and mixed it with the water, and made it into human form in the image of the lord of the world, the gods.

In order to give life to the clay figure, he took both good and evil from the animal's soul and sealed them into the human chest. Among the gods, he had a girlfriend, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, who marveled at the creation of the son of the Titan, and then blew the aura on the half-souled clay figure, giving it spirituality.

So the first people appeared in the world, and they multiplied, and soon they formed a great multitude, which was everywhere. But for a long time, they didn't know what to do with their limbs or what to do with their God-given souls. They turn a blind eye, they hear but do not hear, like a human in a dream, walking aimlessly, without knowing how to play their part.

They didn't know that quarrying, burning bricks, cutting down trees to make rafter beams, and then building houses with these materials. They are like ants, living in holes in the earth without sunlight, and they do not realize that they have no plan to do everything from winter to spring and summer solstice.

So Prometheus came to his aid. He taught them to observe the rise and fall of the sun, moon and stars, invented numbers and writing, taught them how to calculate and exchange ideas with words, taught them to harness cattle to share their labor, and made them know how to put reins on horses, pull carts, or use them as mounts. He invented boats and sails to allow them to sail the seas. He cares about everything else in human life. In the past, the sick did not know how to cure their illnesses with medicines, did not know how to apply ointments or take medicines to relieve their suffering, and many patients died tragically due to lack of medical treatment.

Now, Prometheus taught them to concoct potions to combat various diseases. In addition, he taught them divination, the fulfillment of dreams, the interpretation of the flight of birds and the various signs shown in sacrifices. He guided them to explore for minerals underground, allowing them to discover ores and mine iron and gold and silver. He taught them farming skills and made their lives more comfortable.

Not long ago, Zeus exiled his father, Cronus, and overthrew the ancient clan of gods, from whom Prometheus was born. Now that Zeus and his sons are the new Lords of the Heavens, they are beginning to notice the newly formed human race. They demand that humanity respect them as a condition for their protection. One day, in Mercone, Greece, the gods met to negotiate and determine the rights and duties of mankind.

Prometheus was present as the defender of humanity. At the meeting, he tried to convince the gods not to impose harsh sacrificial conditions for promising to protect humanity. The Son of the Titans was determined to use his wisdom to deceive the gods. He slaughtered a large bull on behalf of his creation, and asked the gods to choose the part they liked.

He cut the sacrificial bull into pieces and divided them into two heaps. One pile is filled with meat, offal and fat, covered with cowhide, with the belly on top and the other full of bones, skillfully wrapped in cow oil.

This pile is a bit bigger than the other. Zeus, the all-knowing and all-powerful father of the gods, saw through his tricks and said, "Son of Iapetus, noble king, my good friend, how unfairly you have divided the sacrifices! At this time, Prometheus became more and more convinced that he had deceived Zeus, so he laughed to himself and said, "Venerable Zeus, the eternal ancestor of the gods, choose a bunch according to your wishes!" “

Zeus was very angry, but he deliberately stretched out his hands to take the snow-white plate oil. When he peeled off the oil and saw that it was all bone-chested, he pretended not to have been deceived until now, and said angrily: "I see, son of Iapetos, you have not forgotten your trick of deception!" “

Zeus was deceived and decided to take revenge on Prometheus. He refused to provide humanity with the last thing necessary for life: fire. But the son of Iapetus was very shrewd and immediately came up with an ingenious solution. He took a thick and long fennel stalk, carried it as he approached the speeding sun cart, stretched the fennel stalk into its flame and lit it, and then returned to the ground with the flickering fire, and soon the first firewood burned, and the fire burned more and more, and the flames soared into the sky.

Zeus was furious when he saw that the fire had risen in the world, and seeing that he could no longer take the fire away from the human race, he quickly came up with a new disaster to punish the human race, so as to counteract the blessings that the fire had brought to the human race. He ordered Hephaestus, the god of fire, who was famous for his craft, to build a stone statue of a beautiful woman.

Athena, who grew jealous of Prometheus and lost her kindness to him, personally dressed the statue in a shining white garment, veiled, garlanded its head, and tied a blonde hairband. This blonde headband was also made by Hephaestus. In order to please his father, he carefully crafted the golden headband, which was delicately shaped, and the belt was decorated with animal images with different expressions.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods, gave this charming form the skill of language, and Aphrodite, the goddess of love, gave her all kinds of seductive charms. Zeus poured a vicious curse into this beautiful image, and he named her Pandora, which means "woman with all talents", because the gods gave her a gift that was harmful to mankind.

He sent the young woman to earth, and the gods, who were roaming freely on the earth, were amazed at the sight of this incomparably beautiful woman. She went straight to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus and asked him to accept the gift that Zeus had given him. Epimetheus was kind-hearted and had no suspicions.

Prometheus once warned his brother not to accept any gift from Zeus on Mount Olympus, but to return it immediately. Epimetheus, however, forgot this warning and gladly accepted the young and beautiful woman. It wasn't until later, when he suffered, that he realized that he had brought calamity. Until then, mankind had followed Prometheus' warnings, so there were no calamities, no hard labor, and no afflicting diseases. Now, the girl holds the gift in both hands, a large, closed box.

As soon as she walked in front of Epimetheus, she suddenly opened the lid of the box, and the plague inside flew out like a puff of black smoke and quickly spread to the ground. There was only one beautiful thing hidden at the bottom of the box: hope, but Pandora, following the Father of the Gods, quickly closed the lid before it could fly out, so that hope was locked in the box forever. Since then, all kinds of disasters have filled the earth, the sky, and the sea. Diseases spread and raged among humans night after night, and silently, because Zeus did not allow them to make noise.

All kinds of fevers are rampant on the earth, and death is running wild in the world. Then, Zeus took revenge on Prometheus himself. He placed the enemy in the hands of Hephaestus and two servants, nicknamed Kratos and Pia, who were strong and violent. They dragged Prometheus to the barren mountains of Scutia. Here he was chained to the overhanging rocks of the Caucasus Mountains and descended into a terrible abyss. Hephaestus was reluctant to carry out his father's orders, because he was very fond of the son of the Titan, who was his relative, a contemporary, a descendant of his great-grandfather Ouranos, and a descendant of the gods. However, the two rough servants who carried out the cruel order rebuked him for saying many sympathetic words. Prometheus was locked to the cliff of overhang, and he hung upright, unable to sleep, unable to bend his tired knees. “

No matter how much you complain and lament, it will be of no avail," Hephaestus said to him, "because the will of Zeus is unshakable, and these gods, who have only recently taken power from others, are very ruthless. "The prisoner was sentenced to torture permanently, at least 30,000 years. Although he screamed loudly and called out to the wind, the rivers, the sea, and the earth, the mother of all things, and the sun that watched all things, to bear witness to his suffering, his spirit was indestructible. "Whoever learns to admit the unconquerable power of a certain number," he said, "must bear the pain of his destiny." “

Zeus repeatedly threatened him with his ominous prophecy that "a new marriage would bring the king of the gods to destruction," but he never spoke. Zeus did what he said he would, and every day he sent an evil eagle to peck at the liver of the bound Prometheus. How much the liver was eaten, it quickly returned to its original state. He had to endure this painful torture until someone volunteered to die for him in the future.

The day has finally come to relieve the suffering of the unfortunate Prometheus. After a long and miserable time when he was hung on a hanging rock, one day Hercules came here in search of Hesperides. When he saw the eagle pecking at poor Prometheus's liver, he took out his bow and arrow, and shot the cruel eagle down from the liver of the afflicted man. Then he loosened the chains, freed Prometheus, and took him away from the cliff. But in order to satisfy Zeus's conditions, Hercules left the half-man, half-horse Kattaurus of the tribe of Caron on the cliff as a stand-in.

Although Charon could ask for eternal life, he was willing to give his life to save Prometheus. In order to carry out Zeus's sentence thoroughly, Prometheus must always wear an iron ring with a stone from the Caucasus Mountains inlaid with it. In this way, Zeus could proudly claim that his enemies were still chained to the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountains.

The first generation of humanity created by God was the golden generation. At that time, it was Cronus that ruled the kingdom of heaven by Cronus, who was Saturn. This generation lives like gods, carefree, free from heavy labor, free from distress and poverty. The earth provided them with a variety of fruits, and the abundant meadows were full of cattle and sheep, and they worked peacefully and hardly aged. When they felt that the time of death was coming, they sank into a peaceful sleep.

When the god of fate condemned the golden generation to disappear from the face of the earth, they all became benevolent protectors, coming and going in the clouds, they were the benefactors of all good deeds, upholding law and justice, and punishing all evil.

Later, the gods created the second generation of humans out of silver. They are different from the first generation of humans both physically and spiritually. Pampered children live at home, doted on and cared for by their mothers. They have remained young and mentally immature for a hundred years. By the time children reach the prime of life, they have only a few short years left in their lives. The presumptuous behavior has plunged this generation into the abyss of misery because they are unable to restrain their intense feelings.

They deceived themselves and unscrupulously violated the law and discipline, and no longer offered sacrifices to the gods. Zeus was furious and wanted to wipe out the race from the face of the earth because he did not want to see anyone blasphemy. Of course, this race is not useless, so they have the honor of being allowed to roam the earth as demons after the end of their lives.

Zeus, the Father, created the third generation of humanity. i.e. bronze humans. This generation is completely different from the people of the Silver Age. They are cruel and brutal, they only know war, and they always fight each other. Everyone has to insult others in every possible way. They eat only the flesh of animals, and do not want to eat the fruits of the fields. Their stubborn will is as hard as a diamond, and they are unusually tall and strong. They used bronze weapons, lived in bronze houses, and cultivated the fields with bronze farming tools, because there was no iron at that time. They were constantly at war, but although they were tall and terrible, they could not resist death. When they left the clear and bright earth, they descended into the terrible underworld.

When this generation also descended into the underworld, Zeus created a fourth generation. This generation should live on fertile earth, and they are nobler and more just than the previous humans. They are a generation of gods, heroes of what the ancient called demigods. But in the end, they also fell into wars and vendettas, some fell in front of the seven gates of Thebes in order to seize the land of King Oedipus, and some fell on the warship for the beautiful Helen and fell on the fields of Troy. When they ended their existence on earth in wars and disasters, Zeus sent them to Elysium, where they lived and lived. Elysium Island is in the sea on the horizon and has beautiful scenery. They live a peaceful and happy life, and the rich earth provides them with sweet fruits three times a year.

The ancient poet Hesea, speaking of the legends of mankind from generation to generation, sighed: "Alas, if I had not been born in the fifth generation of mankind today, how good it would have been if I had died earlier or been born later!" Because this generation is made of black iron! They are utterly depraved, utterly corrupted, full of pain and iniquity, and they are troubled and distressed night and night, and they have no peace. The gods are constantly adding new troubles to them, and the greatest troubles are brought on them. The father is against the son, the son is hostile to the father, the guest hates the friend who entertains him, and the friends hate each other.

The world is full of resentment, and even brothers are not as sincere and loving as they used to be. Gray-haired parents are not treated with pity and respect. Elderly people are abused. Oh, merciless human beings, how have you forgotten the judgment that the gods are about to give, and have no regard for the nurturing grace of your parents? Everywhere the powerful gain power, and fraudsters run rampant, and they are viciously plotting how to destroy each other's cities and villages.

Honest, kind, and just people are trampled on and abducted and thrived and honored. Rights and restraint are no longer respected. The wicked insult the good, they tell lies, and they create trouble with slander and slander. In fact, that's why these people are so unlucky. The goddess of goodness and dignity, who used to come to earth often, is now sadly wrapped in a white garment and left the world of eternal gods. At this time, all that is left for humanity is despair and suffering, and there is no hope.

In the Bronze Age of Humans, Zeus, the ruler of the world, constantly heard about the evil deeds of this generation, and he decided to come down to the earth in the guise of a mortal to investigate. When he came to earth, he found that the situation was much more serious than the legend had been. One day, near midnight, he walked into the hall of King Lycaon of Arcadia, who was not only cold and cruel. Zeus, with a miraculous omen, showed himself to be a god. The people knelt down and bowed to him. But Lycaon disagreed, laughing at their pious prayers. “

Let's find out," he said, "to see if he's a mortal or a god!" So he secretly decided to kill the visitor while he was asleep in the middle of the night. Before doing so, he first quietly killed a hostage, a poor man sent by the Morothians. Lycaon had his limbs chopped off and then thrown into boiling water to boil, while the rest was roasted over a fire for dinner for strange guests.

Zeus saw all this, and he was enraged, jumped up from the table, summoned a vengeful rage, and threw it into the palace of this unjust king. The king was terrified and wanted to flee outside the palace. However, his first cry turned into a terrible howl, and the skin on his body turned to rough and hairy, and his arms fell to the ground into two front legs. Since then, Lycaon has become a bloodthirsty wolf.

Zeus returned to Olympus Holy Exodus. He consulted with the gods and decided to eradicate this generation of shameful people. He was about to punish the entire earth with lightning, but he was worried that the Heavenly Kingdom would be affected and the axis of the universe would be burned. So, he gave up this idea of brutal revenge, put down the thunderbolt hammer that the one-eye had forged for him, and decided to rain down on the ground and exterminate humanity with a flood. At this time, all the winds except the south wind were locked in the caves of Ethiopian Russia.

The south wind accepted the order and flapped its wet wings straight to the ground. Nanfeng's terrible face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his beard was heavy, like a sky full of dark clouds. The torrent flowed from his gray hair, the mist covered his forehead, and the water poured out of his chest. The south wind rose in the air, clutching the thick clouds tightly with his hands and squeezing them fiercely. Suddenly, thunder rumbled and rain poured down. The storm destroyed the crops in the field. The peasants' hopes were dashed, and a whole year's toil was in vain.

Zeus's younger brother, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was not willing to be lonely, and hurried to help the destruction, he gathered all the rivers and said: "You should stir up a raging tide, swallow up the houses, and break the dikes!" They all obeyed his commands. Poseidon himself went into battle, holding a trident halberd in his hand, and slammed into the earth to make the way for the flood.

The river is raging and unstoppable. The flood poured into the fields like a raging beast, knocking down the linings, temples and houses. The water continued to rise, and soon the palace was flooded, and even the spires of the church were caught up in a turbulent whirlpool. In an instant, the land and water are indistinguishable, and the whole land is an ocean and boundless.

Humanity faced a raging flood and desperately searched for a way to save lives. Some climbed to the top of the mountain, while others sailed on the submerged roofs in wooden boats. The water continued to overflow the vineyards, and the bottom of the boat swept over the trellises. The fish struggled among the branches, and the wild boars that fled all over the mountains were swallowed up by the waves and drowned. Groups of people were swept away by the flood, and those who survived later starved to death on the bare hilltops.

In Phokas, there is a high mountain with two peaks that come out of the water, and this is Mount Parnassus. Prometheus' son, Deucalion, had been warned by his father in advance and built a large ship. When the flood came, he and his wife, Pila, sailed to Parnassus. There is no more kind, more religious man and woman who have been created. Zeus summoned great waters to flood the earth and took revenge on humanity. He looked down from heaven and saw that among the thousands of people there was only a poor couple left, floating on the water, a kind and faithful couple.

Zespin extinguished his anger. He summoned the north wind, which dispersed the clouds and thick fog and made the sky shine again. Seeing this, Poseidon, who was in charge of the sea, also lowered his trident, causing the rolling waves to recede, and the sea retreated tamely under the high embankment, and the river returned to the riverbed. The treetops emerged from the deep water, and the leaves were covered with mud. Mountains reappear, plains stretch, and the earth restored.

Deucarion looked around, the land was barren and muddy, dead as a tomb. Seeing all this, he could not help but shed tears, and said to his wife Pila: "My dear, I look into the distance, and there is not a living person behind me. The two of us are the only remaining human beings on earth, and the others have been swallowed up by the flood, but it is difficult for us to survive.

Every cloud I saw terrified me. Even if all danger is gone, what can we two lonely people do in this desolate world? Alas, if only my father, Prometheus, had taught me the art of creating man, and the art of giving my soul to clay figurines! When his wife heard what he had to say, she was also very sad, and the two of them could not help but cry bitterly. They had no choice but to go to the half-deserted altar and kneel down and plead with the goddess Themis, "O goddess, tell us how we can create a generation of humanity that has perished. Ah, help the sunken world regenerate! “

"Leave my altar," replied the voice of the Goddess, "put on the veil, untie the girdle, and bring your mother's bones behind you!" “

When the two of them heard this mysterious words, they were very surprised and incomprehensible. Pyra was the first to break the silence and said, "Noble goddess, forgive me. I had to go against your will, because I couldn't throw away my mother's remains and didn't want to offend her ghost! “

But it suddenly became clear to him that he understood it, and he comforted his wife with kind words, saying, "If my understanding is correct, then the goddess's command does not call us to do anything disrespectful." The earth is our merciful mother, and the stones must be her bones. Pila, we should throw the rocks behind us! “

That being said, the two of them were still skeptical, and they thought they might as well give it a try. So, they turned around, covered their heads, untied their garments, and threw the stones behind them as the goddess commanded. A miracle appeared: the stone suddenly ceased to be hard and crunchy, but became soft, massive, and gradually took shape. The human form began to appear, but it was not yet fully formed, like a rough outline that the artist had just carved out of marble.

The moist earth on the stone turned into muscles, the strong and hard stone became bones, and the lines between the stones became human veins. Strangely enough, all the stones thrown by Decalion turned into men, and the stones thrown by his wife, Pila, all became women. To this day, humanity does not deny their origin and origin. This is a strong, hard-working, hard-working generation.

Humans always remember what substance they were made of. To be continued.

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