This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is dallying with a girl in a pub - and has just admitted that he is actually a God. He continues to reminisce to himself...
Trouble is, we've become figures of fun in books
for children or treatises on the classical world. I get bitter,
sometimes. Three thousand years ago I was king of the world - now it
seems the title has passed to some upstart called James Cameron.
Was it your worship of us that made us divinities?
We are still Gods… but without the prayers and the beliefs in us
we are barely more than you mortals, now. We have to change, adapt,
survive.
Or die. Apollo… he gave up centuries ago. The
Sun King in France – that angered him. He wanted to smite Louis for
his presumption… but by then Apollo was all but forgotten. So weak
he could not change his form, let alone fire even one of his
plague-bearing arrows. He couldn’t stand the shame.
Artemis, though, adapted. She’s a major fashion
model – lesbian, of course. But they all are, so who takes any
notice?
I would like to make it clear that the views expressed by the narrator of this story are not my views, and any complaints about him being misogynistic, bigotted and reactionary should be addressed to Zeus, c/o Olympus plc.
I am also not responsible for anyone being struck by a lightning bolt as a result of any such conplaint...
With the above provisos, comments appreciated!
I am also not responsible for anyone being struck by a lightning bolt as a result of any such conplaint...
With the above provisos, comments appreciated!
Nasty! I hope his ego gets squashed.
ReplyDeleteI could make a small bet that he gets a nasty shock at some stage - but then I wrote this story, so I don't think I'd get any takers...
DeleteLoving the provisos, lol! Leda's got a bad case of sour grapes, that's for sure. So. Why didn't HE give up?
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