A Modern Greek Mythology: Daphne

This week, I will be rewriting the story of Daphne from Greek mythology. To get an idea of what the original tale is about, click here: Daphne Story

In other news… The Prism Season 2 begins next Friday! I am so excited to start back up and continue the journey. I hope you all are as well. It will be fun and exciting and full of action.

A Modern Greek Mythology – Daphne

Daphne was a bit of a hippie. She spent a lot of time in her treehouse and loved spending time in the forest. She went to the local farmers’ market for groceries and for fresh produce and to hear some of the fun local bands play. She was a free spirit. More specifically, she was a dryad, a nymph of the forest. She worked in a local coffee shop around the corner from her home.

Apollo and Eros were walking by that coffee shop on their way to meet with Aphrodite for lunch. As they walked, Apollo made a snide comment to Eros.

“You could never shoot an arrow as well as I could. I’m the best,” Apollo said. “Honestly, I don’t know why you even have those stupid love arrows. It’s not like they make a difference to anyone that matters. Surely they wouldn’t work on a god.” He laughed.

Eros was flustered. They were passing the door to the coffee shop, and he looked through the window and saw a beautiful woman behind the counter serving coffee to her customers. Eros smirked. He took his bow and shot Apollo with a golden arrow. He then took a leaden arrow and shot the woman behind the counter. The arrow passed through the door and through the customers in line and hit the girl right in the chest, and then it disappeared. She was startled by it and paused for a moment before continuing to serve the customers.

Apollo groaned and yelled at Eros for shooting him. Then he laughed that it didn’t work. Eros laughed in turn and pointed to the woman in the coffee shop. Apollo’s jaw dropped at the sight of her, and he fell madly in love just from looking at her. He entered the coffee shop. Eros disappeared, not sticking around to see how it all unfolded.

Apollo joined the back of the line of customers, waiting for his turn to speak to her, but he couldn’t bear to wait. He nudged his way forward and stared at her for a few seconds before speaking.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Please, be mine,” he pleaded.

“Um, do you want any coffee?” She looked around helplessly. The customers behind Apollo were stifling their laughs.

“No. I want you, my love.” He clasped his hands together, begging.

“Okay, you need to leave, please,” Daphne demanded.

“I will wait for you, my dear,” he said as he exited the shop.

That’s exactly what he did, wait. He waited until her shift ended five hours later. Daphne walked out of the shop and was startled by Apollo’s presence. She screamed for help, but nobody came. She ran, but Apollo pursued her.

“Help!” she screamed. “He’s chasing me, help!” She began to cry.

“Please, my love, come to me. Why must you run?” Apollo shouted from behind her.

Daphne turned down every street and back alley trying to avoid him, but she couldn’t lose him. Eventually she had an idea. She ran to the river, her father’s river, no less. Her father was Peneus, a river god.

When she got to the bank of the river, she pleaded. “Please father, help me. I would rather anything than be in the clutches of that man.” She waited. Nothing happened. Apollo was getting nearer. “Father, please!” she screamed.

Then her hands started to stiffen. Her legs stuck to the ground. Before Apollo could reach her, she had completely transformed into a tree, a laurel tree.

Apollo fell to his knees. “Why, my love? Why?” he sobbed. He stood up and made a wreath from the leaves of her tree. From then on, he would make the laurel wreath a sacred symbol of his so that he would never forget the woman he loved.

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