Greek Demon Myth

20 – Earth-shaking like the sound of Etna’s hammer…

“Tally!!”

“Madam!”

After a heated fight, Atalanta was overpowered and fell to his knees. The nymph, who had been restless next to Chiron, tried to jump out as he fell to his knees and even showed tears.

Her name is Cariclo.

She is a forest nymph who protects the forest of heroes, the sea of Messenia, and a woman known as the adoptive mother of all heroes.

Almost all the heroes who studied in the Forest of Heroes were her foster children, and her heroes loved and respected her as she always supported each one of them with her kindness and love.

Even that Hercules got drunk and ran amok, but when he heard her screams, she quietly lowered her head and calmed down.

I could see the respect her little heroes had for her and how deep her affection was.

And as their adoptive mother and godmother, only Chiron knows how much Kariclo loves them.

And among those children, Atalanta was the most caring and pitiful child to both Chiron and Chariclo.

An unexpected accident that took place in a situation that Chiron had not been able to look into.

The accident caused Atalanta to find out about her birth in her most bitter way, and afterward, while she shuddered with loneliness, she spoke to everyone except the Chiron couple.

She began to sharpen her teeth and reject them.

As a couple who remembered Atalanta, who was filled with pride in her past and who brightly lit up her surroundings, they were only worried about the wounds that would deepen under the thorns.

But last night, Chiron confided to Cari Clo that her freshman, Dianes, who had just joined yesterday, might be able to heal Atalante’s wounds.

A child who allowed Chiron to reveal her strength, albeit a little bit, for the first time in a long time.

She objected, saying that the inaction was truly amazing, but healing her wounded soul was two different things, but in the end, she couldn’t break Chiron’s will.

In the end, Atalanta was paired with Dianes’ guide in the free battle morning canter, where no one had ever eaten breakfast except for him since Hercules joined.

In the end, the two collided.

And the result, as expected, was Atalanta’s defeat.

Not enough of that, Dianes even tried to break her two fast legs, her last pride.

Atalanta finally let her cry out.

“Let go of this Chiron!”

“Calm down ma’am! That kid won’t hurt Atalanta either.”

Cariclo couldn’t stand it at all, seeing Atalante, who was a particularly sore finger, crying so sadly, but Chiron’s will was firm.

“If she can’t get out of the walls she built herself, Atalanta is her forever.

“But… but…”

What mother in the world could listen to her daughter’s cries and stay still?

Atalanta’s bitter cry made her whole heart feel like it was being hacked to pieces.

“Look over there. Dianes, that child is also reaping his hands.”

As Chiron said, Dianes took her foot off Atalanta’s lap and slowly retreated.

“Heh heh, what did I say? Let’s believe it.”

“Ah…”

Is that all?

She even stretched out her hand to Atalanta, who fell to the ground and was weeping, and lifted her up herself.

Even in Chiron’s telegram earlier, she was very blasphemous as a man, and Atalanta, who aimed at a fatal vital point, had made a hundred mistakes, but Dianes, as a victor, was showing generosity and mercy as a hero.

“From the first time I met him, I thought he was a child with a deep heart as well as his friendly spirit. That’s good. With this, Atalanta’s scars…”

“…Hey, Chiron?”

“Yes?”

“Is something strange?”

The two men and women pointed at by Cariclo with puzzled faces.

Dianes, who lifts Atalanta up and shakes her shoulders, is truly a model of a hero…

“Whoops!”

“Kyron?!”

For some reason, the corners of Chiron’s mouth twitched at the cool smile of Dianes just by looking at it.

That smile.

It’s definitely the smile I saw before turning Artemis’ outfit upside down on the island of Pasos…!

“Madam, stay here for a while. We need to dry that child quickly…”

-Boom!!

Chiron hurriedly tried to stop Dianes, but the roar that shook the Colosseum had already silenced all sides.

I wonder if Zeus was angry at the sound that sounded like a thunderbolt?

Looking down, the two of them were at the epicenter of the sound.

Atalante fell backwards with a bright red bump on his forehead.

Dyanes looks down at her in a pitiful way, sweeping up her red forehead in front of her.

Later, Orpheus struck Artemis’s hunter with a powerful head-butt, reminiscent of the sound of Hephaestus’ hammer.

It was an awe-inspiring incident, he recalled.

* * *

Atalante’s oldest memory is of being held in the arms of her bushy mother and feeding on her milk.

When her mother stood up on her own two feet, she felt like a little hill was rising.

When her mother cried, the entire forest shook and a small typhoon arose.

Her sharp-toothed leopard and massive boar all became docile and crawled with one bite of her mother’s cheap ears.

King of the mountains, proud master of the wilds.

Atalante’s mother was indeed a strong being.

Her But Her When she whined about her hunger, her mother held her in her soft arms and gave her breast milk.

When she complained in her sleep, she carried her on her back and soothed her by endlessly walking through her mountains and forests.

Even after she took her toes, even when she left her cozy den and looked around her mother’s mountains, her trusty back was still hers.

Spring when we gathered and shared an armful of raspberries dappled with morning dew.

The summer when her mother licked honey under the cool shade of a tree to avoid the scorching sunlight.

Autumn, we enjoyed hunting in the river that was full of plump salmon.

Fluffy and floating in her mother’s arms in a warm den to escape the cold winter wind, the winter when she snored.

Her Life with her mother, which she remembers yet before she was given the name Atalanta, was her most precious memory to her.

But as she slowly grew up, she realized something strange.

Her hands, like her mother’s, were small and delicate, unlike her sharp claws, not as shaggy as her mother’s, nor as large as mountains.

This is strange to her, so she asks her mother, but her mother just laughs at her silently and carries her on her head as she walks through her mountains.

Later, when her chiron took her in and taught her human language, Atalanta realized that her mother was a bear animal and that she was human.

That Artemis, the patroness of her forest and her maidens, took pity on a young girl abandoned in her forest and sent her bear to take care of her.

After that, when she grew up, her time had come. Chiron also informed her that Chiron had taken her at Artemis’ request, and she was just confused.

She woke up for some reason and found her mother gone, the little girl sitting curled up in her den waiting for her mother.

Her For her, her world was the mountains she walked with her mother, and for her, her life was her life in the woods, walking with her mother.

She wept sadly and prayed to Chiron.

Just ask her to go back to the mountains, to her mother’s arms, that she doesn’t need a hero or anything.

She just wanted to remain her mother’s little child.

However, Chiron resolutely shook her head and comforted her.

‘You are a great child. I am a child who was cared for by Artemis and loved by the king of the mountains.

Are you going to disappoint Artemis and the King of the Mountains who care so much for you?’

Chiron’s words made her stop crying.

Yes, I am a child blessed by the beautiful and strong Artemis, the great bear who ruled the mountains.

The king of the mountains she remembers did not pray so weakly, and Artemis in Chiron’s story was a lofty and proud hunter.

If I, having been blessed by such people, do not exalt their names, then I will rather dishonor their love and blessings.

The nameless child, the daughter of a bear, became a hunter named Atalanta.

Her forest and hunting lessons she learned from the forest lord were sharpened even more under the guidance of Chiron, and her forest cow heroes, full of her pride, acknowledged her as the daughter of Artemis and became her master. Shoulder to shoulder

Thus, as Artemis’s daughter, the days filled with her pride and the happiness of training herself continued.

Atalanta, who has become more beautiful and stronger with each passing day, always runs through the mountains and forests.

The heroic forest and neighboring countries were shaken by the fever of young men who adored such a beautiful female hunter.

Then one day, soldiers suddenly camped opposite the Forest of Heroes and sealed the entrance, and their messenger ran to the forest entrance and reported.

“In the name of Iasos, king of Arcadia, Chiron, at once, restore his daughter Atalanta to the royal family!”

She was confused.

She is the daughter of Artemis. She was the daughter of a bear who was nursed by the King of the Mountains.

But why is it that Iasos, the king of Arcadia, is said to be her father?

It was nonsense, of course it was nonsense.

However, when I saw the little heroes who were suddenly told to give up their comrades, and the teacher Chiron, who seemed troubled by the sudden appearance of an army.

It seemed right for her to step in and mediate her situation.

So, Atalanta left only her letter for Chiron and quietly left the forest at dawn and headed for the Arcadian camp.

But she had no worries.

According to the teachings of her teacher, who taught her, Arcadia’s soldiers are honorable and reckless elite soldiers.

If she responds with courtesy and pride, as she has learned, they too will respond with respect and respect.

With such expectations, let her appear in the Arkadier camp.

That expectation was shattered.