Assignment #9- The Creation of Lycabettus Hill

Lycabettus Hill

I will now finally tell you the completed version of my tale. One seemingly average afternoon I decided to take a voyage to Hephaestus' workshop in need of new weapons. The building in which Hephaestus created his metal masterpieces was dark and small, and radiated large amounts of heat. I welcomed myself into the petite workshop and began searching for my companion when almost out of thin air Hephaestus began to throw himself onto me. In a burst of shock and confusion, I attempted to push him away from me, but he felt so much affection that he continuously tried to approach me. I was in utter shock, at the time of the event I was unaware that Aphrodite had recently been unfaithful to him, and I also did not know that my uncle, Poseidon, had misled Hephaestus and informed him that I held feeling of my own for him. After I succeeded in throwing Hephaestus off of me, I had to wipe my thigh clean of the remnants from the disturbing event. I grasped a piece of wool, wiping my thigh clean of any fluids, and tossed it to the floor in disgust. In the act of tossing the wool onto the earth, a hideous serpent like child arose from seemingly nowhere. I grabbed the child of the earth, quickly naming him Erichthonius, and placed him in a basket laced with two snakes for protection. I sent the young creature to Athens, not wanting to care for the him and not wanted to be in association with him. I did not just send him to Athens with no place to reside. I put him in the custody of another child of the earth, named Cecrops.  Cecrops had three daughters who helped with the raising of Erichthonius. The three daughters, Aglauros, Herse, and Pandrosos, never took a glance at the horrific sight of the serpent child when raising him, except for one evening. The three sisters were joking with one another one day and decided to take a quick glimpse at the child within the basket who they had been taking care of. At one sudden look, the sisters were so terrified by the ugliness that they feel from atop a cliff, and died. After this horrific event, the news reached my fairly quickly. When finding out about the death of the girls, I was in such extreme distress, grief and anger that I threw a rock into the air, trying to release all of the pain that I was feeling. When throwing up the rock, a huge hill was created. The hill that was formed from the act of me throwing the rock in sadness and anger, was later named Lycabettus Hill. The tale which I just told you was not a happy tale, and it did not have a jolly ending like some stories, but I wanted to share it with you, and I hope that you enjoyed reading about one of the many tales that involved my life.