Η Γέννηση της Κόρης
“My mother was my first country,
the first place i ever lived.”
Loud cries of pain could be heard all across the meadow full of grains, disturbing the otherwise peaceful fields this beautiful evening. A light breeze shook their long branches, which gleamed golden under the light of the setting sun, and the animals remained safely in their homes with their young, waiting for the screams to come to an end. Usually, the Goddess of Harvest would walk among her fields at this hour of the day, making sure that everything was perfectly intact, but today she was nowhere to be seen.
The piercing screams continued, becoming louder and louder as the time passed by. They came from a wooden, humble hut that was cozier than what it actually looked from the outside. It was built in the center of the golden meadow and black smoke poured from its chimney, indicated that the cabin was full of life and that someone was in there. On this specific little hut, that didn’t necessary fill someone’s eye, was turned all of the attention of the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus.
The Greek pantheon’s main gods had gathered to their king’s halls and sat around their assigned twelve thrones. They had all made it on mount Olympus just in time to watch the events that were unfolding at this very moment in the middle of the wheat meadow. They all sat comfortably in their designated elegant thrones that were put in a circle around the huge throne room and were looking forward with admiration to what was happening through a water mirror that was in the center of the room.
“It’s time!” Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, exclaimed jumping around enthusiastically as her golden locks flared freely into the air.
“Almost” Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, said rolling her eyes at her sisters overrating excitement.
“We are going to have a new addition to our family very soon!” Hermes thought loudly with a smile on his face as he never wavered his orbs away from the mirror.
The other Gods and Goddesses were also very excited at this fact and didn’t do anything to hide it. Why would they hide their happiness anyway? Their family would grow larger by a god or a goddess and they could not wait to meet them. A new deity would walk through these very halls and join them for the rest of their eternal lives. They always were happy to have a new brother or sister joining them, no matter the powers they possessed.
“An illegitimate member.”
The cold voice sent chills in everyone’s spine and froze the smiles that were gracing their immortal faces. Everyone stopped talking among themselves and looked towards their angry queen as she took a big sip of ambrosia out of her golden cup. Jealousy was clear in every future of her otherwise flawless face and she was definitely not happy with the situation at hand. She glanced with her hateful gaze towards her beloved husband and mighty king of the Gods as he turned quickly towards her, his sky blue orbs shinning with fury.
“That’s enough!!” his booming voice bounced around the large halls of the throne room, making everyone unable to look him in the eye.
Zeus was not a person to be messed with. He hadn’t earned his title as ruler of the skies and king of the Gods for no reason and the other deities were well aware of this fact. He was one of the three most powerful gods and he had lived long before most of the other Gods had. Most of them were his descendants and loved and feared them like a child does his father.
He was a loving and caring father, who would look out for all his creations, divine and humans both. However, he could be downright terrifying, when his anger clouded his thoughts. He became absolutely terrifying and the punishments he delivered were cruel and painful. Prometheus and Hephaestus had learned not to defy him, when it was too late, and had paid the horrible price for it.
His huge glowing form walked towards his wife slowly, his blood red tunic swirling behind him and touching the marbled floor as he did so. A loud booming sound was heard around the room as black clouds suddenly appeared in the clear blue sky out of nowhere.
“You may be my wife, but I forbid you from talking ill of my child and its mother” he said in a loud, terrifying voice as he pointed an accusing finger to her celestial form.
“The child is innocent. It didn’t do anything wrong.” His blue orbs were hard and unforgiving as he gazed down at her calm and petite figure.
“She is a reminder of your affair with her mother” she answered back at him as she stood from her throne and looked at him in defiance.
“She is a reminder of you cheating on me!” she shouted as her emotions overwhelmed her, the injustice that was done to her was too much for her to forget it and move on.
“She is not the first.” he stared down at her with his sharp sky blue eyes as he reached her throne.
“And she won’t be the last.” he warned her as the thunder sounds continued indicated that he was not happy at all by her behavior.
Hera gave him a poisonous glare with as much hate as she could master. The other deities flinched, not daring to look at her. They were sure that if Zeus was a human, he would surely be buried six feet under the ground. The Goddess of Marriage and queen of the Gods took her white tunic in her trembling hands and left the throne room in a haste, giving one last nasty look over her shoulder. Her hate for the mother and her child grew bigger inside of her as she left the other Gods to celebrate. One day she would make sure that they would pay for Zeus betrayal. She would take her revenge and they would all feel her terrible wrath, she would make sure of it. Then Zeus would pay the price of his mistakes and her honor will be restored.
The room was so deathly quiet after she ran away that if a pin fell down, it would be heard clearly. Zeus was a well-known womanizer and it was very usual of him to seduce women and impregnate them. His antiques never changed, no matter how many years had passed since apparently he had too much fun by doing so.They had a lot of brothers and sisters that were conceived like this, so it didn’t make them wonder anymore. Besides their king always wanted to get on his wife’s nerves and this was the best way to achieve it.
The Gods and Goddesses knowing their father’s anger issues and not wanting to face his infamous wrath, tried to not get Zeus angrier than he already was. They remained silent as they sat on their magnificent thrones with their heads hanging low as a sign of respect. Only a mad man would go against Zeus, especially when he was seething and walking back and forth trembling from anger.
“Well” Ares, God of War, said “that escalated quickly.”
The others watched him with bewilderment after his words, watching Zeus for his reaction. Artemis, Goddess of the Moon and Hunt, was ready to answer back to her idiot of a brother for his stupidity, when the loud cries of pain were heard again even stronger than before, making all of them to realize the reason they had gathered in the first place and return their attention solely to what was happening inside of the wooden hut.
A woman with brunette long hair that stuck in her sweaty forehead and pale porcelain skin appeared in the water mirror as she lay on a big bed with white sheets. Her hair was spread on her comfy pillow like a dark crown of mahogany wood and her face was decorated with numerous droplets of sweat. Around her, her fellow followers, the Nymphs, were running frantically around, making sure that everything was perfect for when the time was right.
A painful spasm rocked her petite glowing form as she was getting closer to giving birth to her child. The pain clouded her mind, making her back arch in the horrible sensation. Her loud scream made everyone around her jump out of panic and act quickly. She held tightly onto the hand of Carya, her most trusted servant and friend, who put a wet clothe on her forehead to sooth her.
“Shhh” she whispered into her ear with her sweet voice “Everything is going to be okay”
Another spasm forced her to squeal painfully and cry out again. Tears of pain began to fall from her hazel eyes. She clenched Carya’s hand tightly as the pain rocked her whole being. The comforting words that her friend whispered in her ears doing little to calm her down.
“My lady” Euadne said as she looke between her tights checking her expansion.
“The time has come.” she confirmed as she looked back at her with worried eyes.
She took in a deep breath in order to calm herself down as the other Nymphs surrounded her. They tried to comfort her and whispered to her sweet nothings, but the Goddess of Harvest didn’t hear them through her painful constrictions. However, she felt so grateful for them to be there for her and their presence gave her the courage to continue.
“You need to push.” She heard a voice advising her.
She held tightly on the silky bedsheets as she began pushing her baby out. She felt like it was splitting her in half, but she kept going anyways.
“You’re doing amazing, my lady!” someone from her right encouraged her.
She screamed and cried and ripped the bedsheets, as she continued to push. Carya whispered encouraging words to her as she exhausted herself. She felt like her body would split into two different pieces, before the baby came out of her womb.
“It’s all gonna be worth it” the nymph smiled down to her as tears fell from her hazel eyes onto her rosy cheeks “Trust me, my Goddess.”
Blinded with pain, she screamed loudly and used all her remaining strength to give a mighty last push. That’s when she heard her baby’s cry and truly it was the best sound she had ever heard in her entire immortal life. She fell back onto the bedsheets, tired and breathing heavily as the cries was like a calming music in her ears. Her heart was beating rapidly and her body was sweaty and in pain, but she didn’t close her eyelids to sleep, no matter how much she wanted to do so.
“My lady, Demeter, your daughter”
She immediately took the little bubble carefully in her arms watching it with amazement and love as it moved its small hands around. She watched the small baby girl open those mesmerizing emerald eyes of hers as she touched softly her chubby pale cheek. She gasped at the vibrant color that reminded her of the green leaves of the forest trees as the sunrays fell down on them.
“My beautiful flower” she whispered to her as the small baby held onto her pointy finger with her small palm, not even able to close completely around her finger.
She felt a love so deep and pure for her daughter, something she had never felt before for no one else. A love that only a mother would possibly understand and feel. After her affair with Zeus was over, she swore that she would never let another man rule her life again and turn her into his personal pleasure toy. She wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, because he had humiliated her in front of all the other Gods and Goddesses, making her seem as a complete fool and gave her false hopes that he loved her.
When she came to know that she was pregnant, she was absolutely furious and wanted nothing to do with him or his baby. She wanted to abort it, destroy it like every other clue that this affair had ever existed. She didn’t want to have a single reminder of him and the embarrassment he had made her seem among the Greek pantheon. However, this little thing that was growing inside of her was as much part of her as it was part of him. She couldn’t bring herself to harm her innocent child, no matter how much hate she had for Zeus.
That’s when she decided that from now on it would be her only source of happiness, her only joy in her immortal life. She would dedicate herself to keep it pure, loved and protected from anyone and everything could possibly harm it. She would keep it to herself, away from all the cruelty of this world and the deceiving ways of the gods. It would be her only family, the only person she would love and cherish, and she would cherish it like a precious gem.
“What should your name be, my beloved daughter?” she thought as she kissed her forehead.
Her daughter would surely follow after her. She was the Goddess of Harvest and she as her child would have similar powers to hers. She should have a name that would fit her personality and celestial powers, but Demeter couldn’t come with anything fit for her.
“Hmm” she murmured kissing her little button nose making the baby giggle in her arms.
“How about Kore?” she finally decided after a lot of thought.
The Gods and Goddesses cheered among themselves on Olympus, raising their golden cups that were filled to the brim with ambrosia. They had just received a new member to their already large family, a beautiful sister, and they were ecstatic and thrilled at the news of her birth. They congratulated Zeus for his new daughter, patting his broad back and giving him big smiles filled with happiness as he couldn’t stop watching the small baby in its mother’s warm hug.
“To my beloved daughter!” Zeus made a toast with a bright smile that reached his ears, his cup raising high.
“The Goddess of Spring!”
Title Translation: “The Birth of Kore”