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Apr 21, 2010, 9:14 pm

Do you have any myths you created. If you do you can post it here. My friend created one called Pasiphae: The creation of fog.

Apr 21, 2010, 9:15 pm

Off the shores of the island Crete, close to the mainland of Greece, lived a young sea nymph named Pasiphae. Her father, Poseidon, had many beautiful daughters, but Pasiphae’s beauty, tales repeatedly told by fisherman, was renown throughout Greece to be the most beautiful. Many gods and heroes had asked her in marriage but she refused all of them, including Hades, the god of the dead. Pasiphae, though, fell in love with a young fisherman who admired her named Akakios. Akakios also fell in love with her and used to give her presents from the mainland, mostly carvings, and necklaces. Pasiphae tried to keep this presents a secret since her father didn’t trust seamen and wanted her daughter to marry men of valor, or gods. Pasiphae and Akakios then had secret meetings at night when the sea life was sleeping. Those meetings included feasts with the fisherman in their boats and long swims in the ocean, chasing dolphins.
By then Poseidon had become worried that his daughter would never marry due to her reluctance. Poseidon then pursued notable gods for her to marry. He then came up with two gentlemen for her to marry. Hades and Apollo, the sun god. Poseidon wasn’t clear on what god to pick since they were both fit to the job so he came up with the idea of making a contest. The contest would be to see what man could hold his breath the most time underwater. The winner would marry Pasiphae. Apollo, the sun god, couldn’t dive into the water since it would eventually kill him but Hades was the king of the underworld. The underworld had a lot of water, which meant Hades was accustomed to swimming under water. Hades then won the contests, fitting to be Pasiphae’s husband. When Pasiphae heard that Hades would be her husband, she ran away with Akakios and settled on the mainland in a farm for 3 years with his fishermen. During those 3 years she gave birth to a baby named Anu. Her father and his men searched her for years and years without effect and because of that she refrained from returning to the sea. Hades also searched thoroughly throughout Greece to find Pasiphae, even sending the guardians of the dead out but with no effect. The farm over the cliff was not to be found by anybody. Hades then sent his hounds from Hell, the three-headed dog Cerberus to find them. When sensing the hounds near, Pasiphae and Akakios fled with Anu and the band of fishermen out to the sea. From there they were far enough away from Poseidon’s underwater kingdom and their scent was lost in the never-ending seawater from the hounds. Hades and Poseidon eventually gave up their quarry. But one evening, while Pasiphae went a couple miles away to swim and talk to the sea animals, Hades was traveling across the sea and he saw Akakios in a canoe with a baby. He was furious and almost decided to kill Akakios right away but he came up with a clever plan. Since he knew if he told Poseidon, Poseidon would kill Akakios and Pasiphae would come back to Poseidon blaming Poseidon. Poseidon would then lie saying the fishermen were drunk and they drowned Akakios. Pasiphae would then be forced to marry Hades. Hades informed Poseidon of the plan and Poseidon agreed. Akakios then noticed a humongous tidal wave surging towards him and it knocked him and Anu out of the canoe and both of them drowned. Hearing the news from a nearby sea dolphin, widowed Pasiphae rushed at her father. Her father told him the fishermen were drunk and that they submerged Akakios and Anu under water. Hades then took her to the underworld. Pasiphae in the Underworld met the Sisters of Fate. She then asked the Sisters of Fate to cut the string that represented her life with their scissors. The Sisters of Fate agreed since they ordered Hades and she was the wife of Hades. But they had one rule: Pasiphae needed to reincarnate herself to justify the balance of life. Pasiphae said she wanted to turn into something so strong that would surround the sea and make it cloudy so that no fishermen or people could look into the water, so that her tragedy would not happen again. She wanted it to be gray to remind them of the hardship that she had passed. The Fates then turned her into something that today is called Fog.

Apr 25, 2010, 12:48 pm

I wrote a creation myth "Daughter of the Winds" with a mildly Native American flavor several years ago that I sold to "Song of the Siren." It's too long to post, but here are the first several paragraphs and a link to the whole thing. Enjoy and any feedback is welcome!

"Daughter of the Winds":
Mahala was born of red earth and salt tears. The Four Winds gave her life and gifts for the mind, the hands, the heart and the spirit. Mahala dwelt in the Valley eating fruit from the trees and fish that eagles dropped in her lap. She ran with the deer in the forest and played with the rabbits at dusk.

One night Mahala had a dream. She watched Anona, her West Wind Mother, rampage across the sky. Anona danced over the western seas. Her long brown hair and frothy white robes became heavy with water. When she reached the land, she whirled in an ever tightening circle flinging the water away to the parched earth. With her came the buffalo and the elk and all the eaters of grass and grain to feed on the greenery that sprang from her step.

She whirled to a stop before Mahala and said in the language of the animals, "We wrought well, my
sisters and I. You are quick, brave and loving. I give you my final gift. Gather the seeds and grains from the prairie. Bury them in the rich earth and let my gentle rain water them. When the plants grow tall and heavy with grain, gather them again. Eat the fruit of the prairie, but always save some for the planting. This gift I give to you and all who follow after that you might flourish and multiply. Cherish the land and the plants or you and yours will go hungry, suffer famine and disease. Now go to Cari, your East Wind Mother and claim your birthright from her. Go to the sea."

Anona gathered her skirts into a fierce tornado and ascended to the sky in a gray funnel cloud.

Mahala woke afraid. She curled closer to her animal friends and whimpered. She did not want to leave the safe Valley for the unknown beyond and she was puzzled by her mother's words. Who would "follow after?" What did Anona mean when she said "you and yours?"

A doe licked her face and said, "Seek the advice of the Tortoise. He will tell you true." Mahala left her nest of ferns and sought the old Tortoise who lived under a tree stump by the river. He rested on wet green moss and snapped at flies with his horny snout as Mahala approached. His shell echoed the dappled greens and rich browns of the stream bottom in a morning ray of sunshine. She stood admiring his shell and wishing her skin and hair could be that beautiful.

"O Tortoise, old and wise, can you tell me true what is my destiny?"

"Of course not!" snapped the Tortoise. "We make our own destiny using our gifts to best advantage. Or not."

"My West Wind Mother haunts my dreams, O Tortoise. She bids me journey from this Valley to
claim gifts from my Wind Mothers. She talks of others of my kind, but I fear to leave."

The Tortoise unlidded one eye and looked at Mahala. "The eagle must fly and the fish must swim. What does your heart tell you?"

"There is no one like me in the Valley. I would like to see these others, but I'm unsure. Where shall I go? How will I get on in the world?"

"Your mind is quick, your body is strong and your heart is warm. You will do well in the world. If you wish to follow your heart, climb the trail by the trout pool to the top of the plain. Travel toward the rising sun. It will guide you to your East Wind Mother."

Mahala took comfort from the old Tortoise's words and bowed low to acknowledge his wisdom, but he slept in the sun and did not see her.

She faded into the bracken and started to walk downstream. A squirrel scampered in the branches
above her. A porcupine waddled on the trail behind her. A doe burst from the forest and flicked her white tail as she bounded down the trail. Mahala felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she made her decision and she sang as she ran to the trout pool. She sang to her mothers, the four winds; she sang to the warm sun and the sparkling water; she sang to the animals, her friends; and she sang for her coming journey.

To read more go here (link to the story is on the upper right):

May 9, 2010, 10:27 am

Wow, lots of writing. I will type back later if i can think of a myth to write.