greek mythology stuff

Chapter 63
Clotho was obviously stunned, but she quickly recovered.

"That's why you woke me up in the middle of the night?"

"Obviously, I don't know."

"It's not just that I don't know, I bet that any god who is proficient in prophecy will not know."

"Because no matter how powerful they are, they can only stand shoulder to shoulder with Tianhou Mianxia, ​​so no one can know the future of Mianxia."

"Even you, Hephaestus."

"You are in charge of history, but when you stand on the shoulders of history and look at the future, can you really see the trajectory of your destiny?"

"Even you can't do it, how can we do it?"

Hephaestus nodded.

"I trust you," he said.

But he went on.

"I can't see it, but I can feel it."

"Because I am Hera's eldest son and the closest person to her."

"Recently, I had a dream. In the dream, my mother was walking on the ground. Two spears came out from the open space beside her. One was nailed to her heart and the other pierced her head."

"She died, in my dream."

"Indistinct female gods sang softly after her death, seated on the throne of her queen."

"Cloteau, who is she, how dare she do it."

Clotho, who was wearing tulle on the hammock, showed a look of worry on her face. She stretched out her slender arms to encircle Hephaestus' broad chest, and buried his cheeks in the broadness.

"Your state is not right, Hephaestus."

"Contain your anger."

"Although this anger can bring you strength, it will also bring you closer to the essence of the flame, and finally become it."

"Try to control it, represent it, don't let it control you."

"You must be overthinking, calm down first, and all the truth will surface by itself."

Hephaestus felt his vision suddenly darken, and the touch around his cheeks was so soft.

He said in a low voice in the dark: "But I am a god, not a mortal."

"My dream is the present, the destined future."

"It's telling me to change that."

"It tells me it's not too late to act now."

Clotho's slender fingers massaged Hephaestus' shoulders: "Then you should calm down first."

"In a complicated and confusing situation, the power that anger brings to you has no effect. It will only kill your reason and reduce your wisdom."

Clotho's jade fingers never stopped, but Hephaestus was silent.

He napped in the warm darkness.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is it possible that Zeus did it?"

"Maybe, he doesn't want someone to sit next to him forever and divide his power."

Clotho laughed dumbfounded: "Impossible." She said.

"A long time ago, before you were born, I opened my eyes to observe the world."

"I have witnessed the whole life of Zeus."

"Perhaps before becoming the God King, Metis, who helped Zeus the most, still has a place in his heart."

"But after the God-King War, Zeus made his choice."

"He devoured Metis, the mother of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and imprisoned her forever to drive out her wisdom."

"In this regard, I can only tell you that it is indeed different for Zeus to be crowned the Queen of Heaven."

Hephaestus interrupted her, struggling to get up from the warm darkness.

"and many more!"

"What did you mean just now, Metis is not dead?!"

Clotho immediately reacted: "It is true that he is not dead."

"Her fate line has not been completely broken."

"However, after losing the body, only the will will always be with Zeus."

Hephaestus' face darkened: "Is she powerful?"

Cloto thought for a moment after hearing the words, and gave a pertinent evaluation: "In your eyes, you are not very powerful, but you can compete with the Queen of Heaven, in terms of depth."

Hephaestus stood up from the hammock when he heard the words, and looked at the dew hanging on the branches and leaves of the dark forest. The rays of the rising sun shone on it, dazzling people's eyes with twinkling.

"That's why she was right."

"But her will was imprisoned by Zeus, and Zeus was on guard against me."

"I can't do anything with her."

Hephaestus turned to look at Clotho's charming face: "I can only find the two spears she hid."

"The power of fate, can it be done?"

Clotho spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "Unfortunately, fate can't help you in this regard."

"You should seek help from Prometheus. According to rumors, his wisdom is comparable to that of Metis."

"Maybe he can find the means left by Metis."

Hephaestus nodded approvingly: "You are right!"

"Only fools can defeat wise men. It's time for my allies to stand up and play a role."

"It's a pity, I'm too smart to defeat a wise man."

"Otherwise, I will personally push Metis to the ground."

Cloto rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "Don't show your strength at an inappropriate time, it will make you look ridiculous."

Seeing this, Hephaestus just smiled silly twice, and then disappeared.

……

There was silence in the black woods.

Clotho sighed and got up from the hammock.

The graceful figure is looming under the sunlight, and the flushed and beautiful face is turned aside.

There was a purple orchid flower, its slender stamens were swaying in the wind, like a waist that she grasped tightly.

She picked off the purple orchid, sniffed it lightly, and then walked barefoot to the beautiful sea not far away.

As the plump thighs move, there is a fragrant and sweet warm air.

As the wind blew, the surrounding black woods gradually took on color, and all kinds of pleasant flowers bloomed one after another, as if spring had arrived.

Clotho didn't understand this.

She stopped on the turbulent beach, her slender legs were submerged by the almost transparent sea water offshore.

The tulle was taken off and thrown on the slightly cool beach in the morning, through which the golden sand below could be seen.

She walked into the sea, her graceful curves were submerged by the sea, only her beautiful face was still exposed on the sea.

The sea water in the morning was slightly cool, which cooled Croton's divine body, which had been in close contact with the god of fire, Hephaestus.

In the sea farther away, the daughters of the ocean god Oceanus and the sea goddess Tesis jumped out of the sea one after another in the morning light. Although they were gods, they looked like beautiful sea succubi.

They were led by Eurynome, the adoptive mother of Hephaestus.

She swam to Clotho, and took her lovingly in her arms.

She put it this way: "Silly boy, no one can get what they want by being in flames."

"In other words, no one can escape unscathed."

"It's not just the flame that burns the body, but also the flame that burns the soul."

Clotho nestled in her arms.

"No wonder Metis can't compete with you, nor can he compete with His Majesty Hera."

"She is always such a disappointment, showing up at the worst time..."

　Today is a happy day, I met fellow riders.

　　It's a female rider, very beautiful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)