64 – About 10 years in short
Once upon a time, long ago.
Even before Pandora, the masterpiece of the gods, was created by Hephaestus, a newborn baby went out for a walk alone in a cave under the mountain.
Although the child was less than three days old, her mother, the giant, sternly warned her not to go outside.
Because I was so tired of living in a cave with no nanny, no friends, no toys.
How long did it take? Aren’t the fat cows grazing leisurely in the vast field?
The baby recognized at a glance that these were the solar cows of Apollo, the sun god of Olympus that her mother had told her about.
The child made a trick.
She put cloth on the cows’ hooves, tied a broomstick to their tails, and with a booming voice resembling her mother’s, she drove the cows far away.
Then they built an altar with their little hands and offered burnt offerings to the eleven gods, led by the god Zeus and the queen Hera.
Among them, there was also a burnt offering to a young god who had just been born and had done his or her first business.
The king of Olympus, who watched this, was very pleased and accepted the burnt offering, but in the end, the sun that looks down on everything also heard the news and set out to find the young thief.
However, the little baby, no, the child who should be called a young god, had already prepared his tricks.
We made an instrument with a beautiful tone that has never existed in the world from the intestines of a cow, the shell of a tortoise, and the branches of a solid oak tree that were previously sacrificed.
As the heat of the wrathful sun draws near, the cows howl at the sound of their original master’s approach.
Young God started playing an instrument he had prepared that he had never had before and would never have again.
Then the roaring cows were quieted by the tone, and the vegetation that trembled with the wrath of the sun was stilled.
And Taeyang, forgetting even his anger at the beautiful tone, listened to the young god’s performance until the end of the performance.
After the performance was over, the sun, immersed in the sound, exchanged his cattle for the young god’s lyre to gain the profession of music and musical instruments, and the child god obtained the profession of the shepherd in exchange for the god of the sun.
“…So that! Originally, the shepherd’s profession of protecting the shepherds who followed the sun in the meadow was given to Hermes, who was also the god of travelers and pilgrims, and Apollo, the god of the sun, obtained the profession of music born from the first musical instrument, the first lyre!”
Teterir, in charge of pottery, with short body and light brown bobbed hair, was said to be a rock nymph born to Demeter’s family.
Originally engaged in farming along with Demeter, she soon became obsessed with her own rock-hard, all kinds of wonderful paintings, and pottery for storing her grain and wine. She
She said she was a professor of pottery at this hero’s forest.
“Today, I’m going to make pottery myself, and on top of that, I’m going to have a class to draw the anecdote of Hermes that I heard today!”
-Yes~
According to Teterir’s words, each person took a potter’s wheel and a lump of clay, sat down, and slowly started turning the wheel.
Slowly, the pottery began to rotate, and I looked at the clod of clay and slowly put my hand on it.
While the lump of earth was spinning around, my head was reviewing the answer to the riddle that I had come across by chance.
“For now, be sure.”
Gwigeosintu’s cryptography has this saying.
A riddle does not just refer to a sentence containing its metaphor and content.
As with oracles, even if the content is the same, the direction and intention of interpretation vary greatly depending on the person who presented it.
If it’s a riddle, all the surroundings of the riddle besides the text can be clues.
Even the more concise and cryptic the riddle, the clues are bound to be scattered outside the riddle.
‘The teacher’s grace is amazing.’
I’ll at least raise the statue later, Master Sintus.
A child born without a midwife. A child who got a job.
In Greek mythology, the birth of a god or a hero was rarely blessed.
Goddess of Childbirth, Aileithia, was Hera’s daughter and subordinate, and she would never end the pain of childbirth without Hera’s permission.
There is no reason for Hera to send her daughter to help her adulterous woman who conceived her child through her affair with her husband.
But among such children, getting a job means that they are now gods.
What if a child born alone without a midwife, a god that the goddess of childbirth cannot bless?
Among the illegitimate sons of Zeus, such as Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, and Athena, Hermes is probably the only one named as a name.
‘Athena in Zeus’s head, protected by the island of Delos, and the twins whom Zeus devised and sent Eileithia to; Dionysus, who used Zeus’ thighs as an incubator.’
If you carefully close your eyes and replay your memories, there was Eileithyia when they prophesied their childbirth in the comic books of Greek and Roman mythology.
The twins were a bit rough. Fixing it, her husband’s head was about to explode, and her thighs were torn. Even Hera couldn’t stop her daughter from going to help her father until the end.
But Hermes is an exception. Teterir added that Hermes’ mother, Maia, was a titan and the daughter of Atlas.
If it was a giant god before Olympus, it would be understandable for her to give birth alone without the help of the goddess of childbirth.
‘If there is a variable, it might be among the minor gods I don’t remember…’
Considering Hermes’ words that he will teach you how to avoid the wrath of the sun.
It was calculated that only Hermes knew the complex keyword of a child who was born without a midwife and who gained the profession of knowing how to avoid the wrath of the sun.
I don’t know anything else, but isn’t it hard to think that there would be another being born alone, freed from Apollon’s personality, and even becoming a god?
“If it was an obscure god, he would have already become dried po at the time he got angry.”
Then, the correct answer to the riddle is Hermes.
Remembering Hermes’ face full of elation, it is only natural that he is the mysterious protagonist.
If the family flowed like that, the part where he got a job would also be interpreted naturally.
“I don’t think you should steal Apollo’s goods and barter them.”
It must be to follow the old story of giving the lyre to the angry Apollo and calming him down.
“Dedicate an instrument, instrument, instrument…?”
For a moment, the cutie we got yesterday passed by in my mind, but I deleted it out of my head for now.
Amman, even if it was a huge new thing, it was the most popular musical instrument in Greece.
Because it was too precious to give away the cute obsidian flute that decorates my favorite collection No. 1 In exchange for appeasing my temper.
“I’d rather run into it.”
I wonder if Hermes gave me this riddle?
I vaguely guessed.
As the god of music and musical instruments, Apollo was a god who dealt with numerous musical instruments that existed in Greece.
To attract such a god’s interest and make him forget his anger like Hermes did, it is impossible with musical instruments that already exist in the world.
“As expected, you didn’t just spend thousands of years, did you?”
In the short moment when we talked a few words, even while I flipped and shook the expected answer a few times
To come up with such an exciting riddle by mixing the story of my previous life with his own anecdote.
“Then… The instrument was decided after all.”
I learned the most fiercely, and I dealt with the best.
Also, an instrument with songs that I understood the most and made me shed tears.
“Teacher will be fine. Your music will resound in this distant mythical land again.”
-Shiririk!
The mass of mud, gradually increasing its speed, changed its shape according to my gestures like a mirage.
After achieving world domination by running about half of one’s life with a full axel, the best leader naturally has nothing to do.
Drinking, singing, dancing, performing, and drinking all got tired of it, so when I wandered around the world, I heard that I once learned to make pottery.
Anyway, I enjoyed it as a hobby for about 10 years, but even so, my inaction and senses were slowly reviving the knowledge and know-how of that time.
-Tak!
As the wheel slowly slowed down, a spare pottery boasting a graceful curve like a swan stood in place of the lump of mud.
“Wow…Wow…! Awesome!”
“Hey, what are you not good at? When did you also learn to make pottery?”
Though Teterir and Hercules couldn’t hold back their admiration when they saw the pottery dough I finished in my thoughts.
This wasn’t it.
“This is not it.”
– Right!
I wasn’t completely focused, and I couldn’t let this sloppily formed thing come out with my name on it while thinking about something else.
A pottery that turned into a lump of mud at the touch of my hand.
“…Well, what. It is your heart.”
“Hee hee…? Hey, what is this!”
With Hercules shrugging his shoulders and Teterir screaming as if he knew for some reason that you would make a fuss, the lump of mud started spinning again on the wheel.
“Shimma is gone, so now I have to make it properly.”
-Shiririk!
Don’t look down on it as a hobby.
It’s a hobby, so it’s crazy.
With strange misunderstanding and stubbornness, I let Teterir’s protest go.
Then, with a refreshed mind after solving the riddle, he slowly began to recreate those melancholy songs, recalling the pulsation of a string of gold that pulsated beyond that clod of soil.
So sad, sad, and heartbreaking.
Those twelve beautiful and heartbreaking songs.
Twelve memories of longing for the hometown, from which there is no trace of which one could no longer return, were slowly taken into shape with the sound and began to be engraved in this small pottery.