greek mythology stuff

Chapter 62 The Gods Who Can Foretell
Appreciating the beautiful and plump figure of the moon god Selene in the night sky, the fog in Hephaestus' heart has not been dispelled.

The sporadic flames within a thousand miles also wavered because of the ups and downs of his mood.

In the dream, the two spears passed through the heart and head of the mother Hera, as if nailed to the tip of his heart.

On those two spears, Hephaestus saw familiar traces of power.

That is the power of the artifact 'Thunderbolt' in the hands of Zeus, the same style, but specious.

Apparently, they have the same source—the master craftsman who is as famous as Hephaestus among the gods, the son of the sky god Uranus, and the three brothers of the Cyclops.

Suspended above the mountain peak, Hephaestus staggered his fingers behind his back, making 'crack, crack, crack' sounds continuously.

The wild figure of Zeus sitting on the throne appeared in front of his eyes, and Hephaestus couldn't help frowning and narrowing his eyes.

In the dream, after a long time, the vague figure of a woman accompanied Zeus, but this still could not clear his suspicion.

He is the king of the gods, the one who stepped on the head of the old god to ascend to the throne of the god king.

Judging from the results, his wisdom is stronger than most gods.

Perhaps, everything is a play he directed and acted, or everything is the result of his acquiescence.

Glancing at Mount Olympus, where lights and lights are always present, Hephaestus embarked on his way back.

The cheers and unbridled singing of the gods came from behind. Although it was already night, this did not affect the banquet held by the gods on Mount Olympus.

Hephaestus bowed his head and meditated while walking in the sky, and the figures of many gods flashed in his mind one by one. They were all gods with the ability to predict.

In the end, the image of her good friend Clotho as an old concubine gradually became clear, and her younger sisters, Lachesis and Atropos, who were in charge of part of the power of fate, were separated on both sides of her.

Hephaestus looked towards Lemnos Island in the distant sea, and Clotho, who was sleeping soundly in the temple on the island, was reflected in his clear eyes.

"How much do you know? How much do you know?"

He muttered to himself, and his figure appeared outside Lemnos Island in a blur.

A flat reef rises from the ocean floor, its mottled textured surface exposed offshore.

Hephaestus sat on the reef, blowing the sea breeze, admiring the full moon in the sky.

The index finger gently hooked in mid-air, like plucking the strings of a piano, ripples rippled in the long river of fate.

He decided to wait until dawn, until he calmed down.

Give yourself a little time, and give others a little space to think and choose.

……

On the island.

In the Vulcan Temple.

Clotho, who was sleeping on Hephaestus' cot, suddenly opened his eyes.

Just now, ripples suddenly appeared in the long river of fate, and when she sensed her thoughts, a flame slowly appeared and then slowly disappeared.

She glanced at the moon outside the window, and stayed on the bed for a while.

Soon she was moving.

He got off the crib barefoot and opened a door in the temple.

It was full of debris.

Clotho rummaged through the sundries, looking for the items he had taken with him when he left the Temple of Destiny.

A length of cloth woven from the threads of fate and a piece of tulle she tore from among the clutter.

Under the moonlight, she took off the thin clothes on her body and put on a more transparent gauze.

The exquisite curves are looming under the moonlight, which is very tempting.

After looking at himself at this moment for a moment, he showed a charming smile like a rehearsal, and then Clotho nodded in satisfaction.

She took some fragrant fruits from the temple, put the cloth she found on her white forearm, and walked out of the temple barefoot.

She walked into the woods not far away, walked through it, and stopped at the edge.

In the distance is the beach and the sea, and there is a stone platform beside it.

She placed the fragrant fruit on the stone platform, and cut the found cloth slightly to make a simple hammock.

The sides of the hammock were tied to the trunks of two big trees, and she lay on it, smiling and falling asleep.

……

On the reef by the shore, Hephaestus glanced at the sky.

The sun came out, and there was a multicolored morning glow hanging in the sky.

He walked toward the island, straight to the edge of the woods.

On Lemnos nothing was hidden from him, unless he did not want to know.

Just like now, he knew that Clotho was at the edge of the woods, where he could see the sea.

Casual and slow steps create an oppressive feeling.

The trees in the surrounding woods are black, and they appear sparse under the sunlight, but they are black and shiny.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Clotho glanced at her beautiful face in the hammock, and opened her red lips lightly, dispelling the tense atmosphere.

"You are back, find a place to do whatever you want."

Hephaestus glanced at her who was only wearing tulle, and then looked at the stone platform aside.

The most conspicuous are two bunches of green grapes and two papayas, and the rest of the fruit is hidden behind them.

The grapes are so tender that water can be squeezed out, and the papaya is very round and very large.

Hephaestus took a glance and stopped paying attention. He looked around and found no good position, so he simply sat on the hammock where Clotho was lying.

The buttocks are next to Clotho's tight belly, and even through the tulle, she can feel her hot body temperature.

The doubts in Hephaestus' heart were slightly dispelled.

He chatted as usual, casually said:
"Clotto, what do you think of my mother Hera?"

Clotho's hand was inadvertently placed on Hephaestus' thigh, his white arm was full of skinny beauty.

"It depends on what you think. I am your god, and your opinion is the direction of my actions." She said lazily.

Hephaestus turned his head to look into her eyes when he heard the words, his focused eyes made Clotho tremble, and he lowered his gaze.

"I think she's pretty good, at least, she's pretty good to me."

"Thanks to her, I can live here happily, and I can stay away from things I don't like or want."

Clotho nodded, expressing understanding.

She sat up while Hephaestus was speaking, her soft body was like a writhing beautiful snake, her arms had already wrapped around Hephaestus' waist unconsciously, Hephaestus Can feel the soft and delicate touch coming from behind.

Clotho looked at Hephaestus's bare neck, her face was pressed against it, and she breathed lightly towards the skin on the neck tremblingly.

"I...I also feel..."

"Mother Hera... she's a very nice person..." she said in a broken voice, her voice trembling.

Hephaestus took a deep breath and couldn't let her mess around anymore.

He didn't look at Clotho's blushing expression, but stretched out a hand and gently pressed her back on the hammock.

After a while, Hephaestus' expression became serious.

He whispered to the empty space in front of him: "But, I see someone will replace her..."

"can you see it……"

　The riders in Yunnan are very enthusiastic. Last night we not only ate and drank wine, but also talked about the world and the world.

　　I accidentally drank half a catty, and I couldn't even find the door when I came back last night, and my head is still groggy tonight.

　　I wrote today's text when I was in a daze, and I didn't even know what I was writing.

　　But it doesn't matter.

　　Along the way, I thought that the scenery in Yunnan was no different from other places, but now it seems that I am superficial.

　　Some landscapes live in the heart, if people don't leave, it is there.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)