Pandeon was the son of the goddess Eriktonius and Pashetia born out of the earth, and he became king of Athens. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pandeon married the beautiful goddess of water, Celestius, and gave birth to twin sons, Erektheus and Portes, and two daughters: Procone and Philomela.

On one occasion, the king of Thebes, Labdakos, fought with Pandeon and invaded Attica with his army. After fierce resistance, the Athenians eventually retreated into the city.

Seeing his troops approaching the city, Pendeon hurried to the aid of the brave Thracian king Tereos. Tereos was the son of Ares, the god of war. He quickly led his army to relieve the siege and finally drove the Thebans out of Attica.

In gratitude to him, Pendeon married his daughter Prochne to this famous hero. Soon after, Plockne gave birth to a son, Edith.

Five years passed before he knew it, and Plochne felt strangely lonely away from home, and his heart suddenly missed his sister Philomela.

So she said to her husband, "If you love me, please let me go back to Athens and bring my sister, or you go there and bring her." You tell your father that she will go back after a while here. Otherwise, the father will be worried and unwilling to let his daughter go for a long time. “

Tereos immediately agreed, took his servants, and sailed to Athens, where he soon arrived in the port city of Barius, where he was warmly received by his father-in-law. While still on the way into the city, Tereos relayed his wife's wishes and assured the king that Philomera would not stay long.

When he arrived at the palace, Philomera personally came to greet his brother-in-law Tereos, constantly asking him about his sister. Seeing that she was radiant and beautiful, and that her love was as hot as fire, Tereos secretly made up her mind to deceive Philomela.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart for a moment, and spoke solemnly about Plockne's longing for his sister. He has evil plans brewing in his heart, but on the surface he is a decent man, and Pandeon is full of praise for him.

Philomera was also fascinated by him. She put her hands around her father's neck and begged him to allow her to visit her sister in a distant land. The king reluctantly agreed to his daughter's request, and the daughter was indescribably happy and hurriedly thanked her father. The three of them entered the palace, and the king entertained his guests with fine food and wine, and did not disperse until evening.

The next morning, when the old Pandeon parted with his daughter with tears in his eyes, he held his son-in-law's hand tightly and said, "My dear son, I have entrusted my beloved little daughter to you because you have unanimously requested." By our kinship, and to all the gods of heaven, I beseech you to love your sister as a kind father, and to send her back soon after. “

As he spoke, he kissed his children, then kissed them goodbye and asked them to convey their greetings to his daughter Plockne and his grandson. The ship sailed away and gradually sailed into the sea.

Soon they reached Thrace. The ship landed safely in port, and they went ashore together. The sailors, tired from the journey, rushed home. Tereos, however, quietly led Philomera deep into the woods and locked her in a shepherd's hut.

Frightened and frightened, Philomera tearfully inquired about her sister's condition. Tereos lied that Prolockne was dead, and in order to prevent Pandeon from grieving, he deliberately made up the story of inviting Philomela. In fact, he rushed to Athens in order to marry Philomela. As he spoke, he began to cry and feign sadness.

No matter how much Philomera pleaded, to no avail, she reluctantly became the wife of Tereos with tears of pain. However, it did not take long for her to come to her senses, and a sense of foreboding and terrible suspicion arose in her heart.

She wondered silently, why did Tereos lock me in the depths of the woods far from the palace, like a prisoner? Why didn't he let me live in his palace like a real queen?

Once, she overheard the servants talking. Knowing that Procone was still alive, she immediately understood that her marriage to Thereos was a sin, and she became her sister's rival.

A wave of anger arose, and she hated her brother-in-law's betrayal of her sister, and rushed into his room and shouted to him that she already knew the truth. She cursed him fiercely and vowed to expose his vile deeds and evil tricks to the public, so that everyone would know that he was a shameless man. Her words angered Tereos, and at the same time, he was terrified. To be on the safe side, he decided not to let anyone know about his ugly deeds, but he didn't dare to kill an innocent woman, so he came up with a vicious solution.

He tied Philomela's hands behind his back and drew his sword as if he wanted to kill her. She willingly waited for one to die. But just as she was crying out her father's name in agony, Tereos cut off her tongue with a sword.

Now he no longer worries about someone revealing his secrets. He left her as if nothing had happened, and sternly ordered the servants to keep a strict watch over her, and not to slack off.

When Tereos returned to the palace, Procone asked him why he hadn't returned with his sister. Then he said with tears in his eyes that Philomera was dead and buried. Plochney was so grief-stricken that she took off her gold and silver garments, put on a long black gauze robe, and built an empty tomb for her sister, and placed offerings to her soul.

A year has passed. Dumbed by brutality, Philomera survived stubbornly, she was under close guard, she lost all her freedom, she was speechless, and she could not reveal to the world the vile and shameful deeds of Tereos. But misfortune made her wiser, and she sat down at the loom, and weaved copper-colored words on the snow-white linen gauze, and she wanted to tell her sister what had happened to her.

She painstakingly weaved sackcloth with great pain, and then made a gesture to beg her servant to give it to Queen Plochne. The servant did not know the mystery and agreed. Plochne spread out the sackcloth and found the words on it, and she learned of the horrific atrocities committed by her husband. She wanted to cry without tears, and she couldn't even sigh, because her pain was so deep that she had only one thought in her head: revenge! Take revenge on the thugs!

As night falls, Thracian women enthusiastically celebrate the Bacchus feast. The queen also put on a grape wreath and held the Bacchus scepter in her hand, and hurried into the jungle with a group of women. Her heart was full of grief and pain, and she cried out loudly and vented her anger.

Evading the guards, she crept closer to the lonely shepherd's hut, where her sister Philomera was being held. Unable to contain her excitement, she threw herself on her sister and hurriedly pulled her out to the palace of Tereos. She hid her sister in a secret room and told her, "Tears can't save us!" I made all the preparations for revenge. “

At this time, her son, Edith, walked in to greet his mother. Procoxy looked at him blankly and whispered to himself, "How much he looks like his father!" The son jumped up beside her, hooked his little arm around his mother's neck, and kissed her on the cheek. The mother's heart was only slightly moved, and then, as soon as she pushed the child away, she took out a sharp knife, and with a crazy desire for revenge, stabbed her own son in the heart.

King Tereos sat at the altar of his ancestors, and his wife brought delicious dishes, and when he had finished eating, he asked, "Where is my son Edith?" "Far away in the sky, close in front of you, he couldn't be closer to you!" Plockne said with a sneer.

Tereos looked around puzzled, when Philomera entered, her bloody child's head still at his feet. He immediately understood everything, and immediately overturned the table, drew his sword, and pounced on the two sisters who were desperately trying to escape.

They ran like they were flying. Hey, they did grow wings, one flew into the woods, the other on the roof. Plockne was transformed into a swallow, and Philomera became a nightingale, with a few drops of blood on her chest, the marks of murder. Of course, the despicable Tereos also changed, becoming a hoopoe bird, towering with feathers and a pointed beak, forever chasing nightingales and swallows as their natural enemies.

Onius, the king of Calydon, devoutly offered sacrifices to the gods with fresh fruit from the harvest season: grain to Metes, grapes to bacchus, oil to Athena, and each god had a corresponding sacrifice.

But he forgot to sacrifice to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. There were no offerings in front of her altar, and there were no fireworks in front of her. The goddess is furious, and she decides to take revenge on those who have indifferent her.

The goddess unleashed a huge boar on the fields of Calydon. Its blood-red eyes spewed flames, its broad back was covered with a stiff mane, and its thick, sharp tusks were like ivory. The wild boar trampled the crops, devouring the grapes and olives. Both the shepherd and the shepherd dog rushed out of the way when they saw it, unable to protect their flock.

The boar has become a terrible monster.

The king's son, Melaculus, stepped forward and gathered a group of hunters and hounds to hunt down the vicious boar. He invited the bravest men of all Greece to come and hunt. Among them was the heroine of Acadia, Atalanta, the daughter of Iaalis, who was abandoned in the woods as a child and nursed by a she-bear. Later, she was found and brought back by hunters, who raised her as an adult.

From then on, she made the woods her home, hunted for a living, and became a beautiful woman, but she was very disgusted with men. She rejects all men who come near her. Two half-man, half-horse youkai tried to pursue her in the wilderness, and she shot her with a bow and arrow. Because she likes to hunt, she has to avoid the suspicion of men and women now. She wore her hair in a bun, an ivory quiver on her shoulders, a bow in her right hand, and a ruddy face, looking like a beautiful woman in the eyes of a man and a beautiful man in the eyes of a girl. When Melagros saw her outstanding character, he thought to himself, "How blessed must be a man who can marry her!" But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because the dangerous hunt was imminent and could no longer be delayed.

The hunters came to an old forest that winds up the hillside, some set traps, some let go of the hounds, and some look for wild boars. Now they came to a steep valley with thick reeds and salicylyl, where wild boars hid.

Startled by the barking of the hounds, it sprang out, breaking through countless trees. The hunters cried out in unison, and clung to their spears, but the boars, seeing that there were many people in front of them, avoided them and sprinted towards the diagonal line, and the hunters hurried after them, throwing spears and darts at it, but all this only grazed its crust, and made it angry, and wild.

It turned its head again with its fiery eyes and pounced on the hunters, knocking down three hunters, who were trampled to death on the spot. Atalanta arrived just in time, bent her bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the boar, striking it in the ear. For the first time, the bristles were stained with blood.

When Melaculus saw that the boar was wounded, he immediately told the hunters the news. The men were ashamed to see that a woman had done a good job ahead of them, and they jumped up and threw their spears and darts at the boar. But none of the raindrops hit the boar.

Now an Arcadian with a sharp axe in both hands pounced angrily, but before he could cut the boar, he was knocked to the ground by the boar's fangs, and died. At this time, Iason also threw a spear, which did not hit the boar, but hit a hound.

Melagros threw two spears in succession, the first landing on the ground and the second hitting the pig's back. The boar is furious, whirling in place with a furious twist and turn, spitting blood and foam at the mouth.

Melaculus rushed up, raised his spear, and stabbed the boar in the neck. The hunters raised their spears to stab, and the boar was poked into a honeycomb like a honeycomb, and it struggled and fell in a pool of blood. Melaculus stepped on its head with one foot and skinned the pig with his sword.

He gave the pigskin along with the pig's head to the brave Atalanta, and said to her, "Take the spoils!" It should be mine, but a greater honor should be yours! “

The hunters were indignant, believing that she did not deserve the honor. Several of Melagros' uncles were even more unconvinced, and they stood in front of Atalanta, waved their fists, and said, "Put down the spoils in your hands, you don't want to get this prey, it belongs to us!" So saying, they snatched their prey and walked away. Unable to stand such an insult, Melaculus roared: "You robbers! He raised his spear and stabbed it at one of his uncles, and before the second uncle could understand what was happening, Mel'agros' spear was plunged into his chest.

Altheia, the mother of Melechlos, was very happy when she heard of her son's victory. She immediately went to the temple to offer sacrifices to the deity as a token of thanks. On the way, she saw the bodies of her two brothers being carried.

Altea hurried back to the palace and put on mourning clothes. When she heard that the murderer was her son, Melaculus, she held back her tears, turned her sorrow into hatred, and thought about avenging her brothers, remembering that a few days after Melagaros was born, the three goddesses of fate had come to her bedside. "Your son will become a brave hero," the first goddess prophesied. "Your son lives like a ......" before the second goddess could finish speaking, the third goddess took over: "Like wood on a stove, until it is burned by fire." “

As soon as the three goddesses of fate left, Altea hurriedly took the firewood out of the fire, doused it with water, and hid it in the secret room. And now, in her anger of revenge, she remembered the wood again, and immediately went into the chamber, and she commanded the servants to set up the wood and make a stove, and the flame was blazing.

Altea's inner mother-child love and brotherhood are in fierce conflict. Four times she reached out to throw the firewood into the fire, but four times she withdrew her hand. Finally, brotherly friendship triumphed over maternal love. She cried out, "Ah, Nemesis, look at the sacrifices offered to you in the fire!" And you, my brothers, your undead, and see what I'm doing for you! A mother's heart has been broken. Soon I will go with you. With that, she closed her eyes and threw the wood into the raging fire with a trembling hand.

Melachros was on his way back to the city. Suddenly, he felt a burning pain in his heart. As soon as he arrived at the palace, he was in unbearable pain and collapsed on the bed.

He struggled as hard as he could, and his heart was full of envy for the triumphant hunters. One by one, they were elated and celebrated the victory of the hunt. Melachros called out in anguish to his brother, his sister, his elderly father and mother, while his mother stood dumbfounded by the fire, her dull eyes watching the fire burn the wood chips.

The son's pain was intense as the wood chips burned. Finally, when the firewood burned to ashes, his pain disappeared and his life ended. Fathers, sisters, and all of Calydons mourned the loss of this hero. Only the mother was not there, she was already dead by the fire.

Sisyphus, the son of Ethiopia, was the most treacherous of all mankind. He established and ruled the beautiful city-state of Kozhentos in the narrow strip between the two countries.

For his betrayal of Zeus, he was sent to hell after his death to be punished. Every morning, he had to carry a heavy boulder from the flat ground to the top of the mountain. Whenever he thought he had moved to the top of the hill, the stone suddenly rolled down the hillside. The wicked Sisyphus had to turn back and move the stone again, and climb up the hill with great difficulty.

Sisyphus's grandson, Bellerophon, was the son of King Glaubus of Kozhentos. Forced to flee for manslaughter, he came to Tirens, where he was warmly received by King Plotos and pardoned for his crimes.

Bellerophon is dignified and burly. Anthea, the wife of King Protos, fell in love with him at first sight and tried to seduce her. But Bellerophon was kind-hearted and noble, and he was very cold to her teasing. When she saw that her attempt had not succeeded, she became angry, and said to her husband: "My husband, if you do not want to be dishonored and ruin your reputation, you must kill Bellerophon, for he is a dishonest man, and he is trying to seduce me and make me betray your love." “

The king believed her words, and a nameless anger rose in his heart. But because he admired the young Bellerophon so much, he could not bear to kill him, and wanted to take revenge on him by other means.

He sent Bellerophon to his father-in-law, Iobatis, king of Lyca, and told him to bring a sealed letter from home. In fact, the letter told the king to put the comer to death. Bellerophon was kept in the dark and set off without question.

He hurried forward to die, and the gods of heaven protected him along the way. He crossed the sea, crossed the beautiful river Kshantos, came to Lyca, and met King Iobates. This is a warm and courteous gentleman.

He gave a banquet to a foreign guest, and did not ask him who he was, let alone where he came from. His noble demeanor and handsome appearance showed that he was not an ordinary guest.

The king gave his guests all kinds of honors, feasted him every day as if it were a feast, and slaughtered oxen and offered them to the gods. It was not until the tenth day that he inquired about the origin and purpose of his guests, and Bellerophon told him that he had come from King Protos and presented him with a letter from home.

When King Iobates read the letter, he gasped in fright, and was terrified, for he liked the personable guest before him. But he thought that his son-in-law would not have put him to death if there had been no great cause.

The king nodded thoughtfully, but the young man who had been here for ten days before he met him was mild-mannered and well-talked, and could not bear to send someone to kill him. In the end, in order to get out of the predicament, he decided to send him on an adventure that would surely lead him to death.

He first ordered Bellerophon to destroy the monster Grimra that was endangering Lyca. The monster was the son of the giant Typhon and the serpent Ekadena, and it was like a lion the upper body, a dragon on the lower side, and a goat in the middle, and it was terrible with fire in its mouth.

The gods of heaven had pity on this innocent young man. Seeing that Bellerophon was about to befall him, they hurriedly sent Pergasus, a winged pegasus born to Poseidon and Medusa, to aid him.

But how can Pegasus help him? It was never ridden, it was wild, splattery, unattachable and untamable. Bellerophon struggled for a while, exhausted and exhausted, and finally fell asleep by the river Pilenne. He had a dream in which he saw his protector Athena.

She handed him a magnificent bridle with a golden ornament and said to him, "Why are you asleep?" Take it with you, sacrifice a bull to Poseidon, and you can use this bridle later! Bellerophon suddenly woke up from his dream. He jumped to his feet and saw a pair of shiny golden bridles on his hands.

Bellerophon found Polydeus, a fortune teller who interpreted dreams, told him about the dream, and asked him to make it come true. Polydeus persuaded him to follow the goddess's advice, kill a bull and sacrifice it to Poseidon, and build an altar to Athena, the goddess who protected him.

When all this was done, Bellerophon had no trouble taming the winged pegasus, put his bridle on his horse's head, put on his armor, rode into the air, bent his bow and arrow, and shot the monster Chimera.

Then Iobather sent Bellerophon against the Solymes. The Solymerites were brave and warlike, and lived on the borders of Lyca. To the king's surprise, Bellerophon was again victorious in a hard-fought battle.

Later, the king sent him to fight against the Amazons, and he returned victorious, unharmed. Seeing that Bellerophon could not be defeated, Iobates devised a plan to set up an ambush to snipe Bellerophon on the way to Bellerophon's victory. But all the soldiers who attacked Bellerophon were wiped out by him, and none survived.

It was only then that Iobarates understood that the young man was not a sinner at all, but a favorite of God. He no longer dared to kill him, but took him back to the palace, shared the throne with him, and married his beautiful daughter Fironoa to him. The Lycaians offered him fertile land and abundant crops. His wife gave birth to two boys and a daughter, and lived a very happy life.

Time has passed, and Bellerophon's happiness has come to an end. His eldest son, Isantelos, was killed in a war against the Solymerians. Her daughter, Laodamia, had the heroic son Sappedon with Zeus, but was later killed by an arrow from Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

Only the youngest son, Hippolocus, lived to his old age. He sent his son Glaucus into battle in the Trojan war against the Greeks. Glaucus and his cousin Salpodon led a group of Lycaya soldiers to aid the Trojans.

Bellerophon became proud of his two-winged Pegasus. He rode to the sacred mountain of Olympus and attended the assembly of the gods, even though he was a mortal. However, the god horse would not obey his command, and stood upright in the sky, throwing him to the ground. Although Bellerophon did not fall to his death, he was forsaken by God.

He wandered everywhere, ashamed to see people, and kept in hiding, living in seclusion in uninhabited places, and spent the rest of his life in worry. (To be continued.) )