Fall

I remember being given a prompt to write my own mythological story in an old English class. And I have actually been offered to do it multiple times for various writing clubs and activities and it has always been my favorite prompt. So here is one I have written about my favorite season. :)

At the beginning of creation there lived a beautiful goddess. She was known as Spring and had hair, a mix of brown and red, creating beautiful color that flowed around her. She was young and joyful. She carried happiness around with her wherever she went. She possessed a bright glow and her walk was graceful and light. It was as if every step was carefully choreographed and she danced through the steps with utter perfection. Wherever her feet happened to touch the ground flowers grew, a rainbow of color; daisies, petunias, tulips, and freesia. Men were always trying to win her heart. One god, in particular, fell deeply in love with her. He was young but very wise. No one knew his name for he was reserved and quiet but he could not hide his feelings about Spring. He worshiped the ground she danced upon and he was willing to do anything for her. He would watch over her secretly, already very protective over his fragile love for her.  He tried many ways to get her attention; he even changed all the leaves upon the trees to the deep warm colors of her hair. She simply giggled at his display of affection and thought nothing more of it. Spring ignored him for she was too young and too blind to see his love was real. He vowed never to give up. He believed the fates had decided they should be together and he was not going to accept anything less.

One day Spring was ordered to continuously circle the world, to spread her beauty around, blessing the earth with color. The god who adored Spring was not informed of this and he spent many days searching Mt. Olympus for her. He had feared the worst had happened to her. When he discovered what had happened to Spring he felt relieved she was safe, but soon fell into a deep depression and all of the leaves he had changed in her honor fell to the ground. Because of this he is known as Fall. He refused to accept the fact she was gone forever and so he escaped Mt. Olympus to find her. Wherever Fall went the leaves would change in the hope that he would find her there but once he had searched the land and she was nowhere to be found the leaves drifted to the ground. He followed her path unaware that she was constantly circling the world. And because of this the earth changes from being bright and sunny, the beauty of spring to the amber glow we know as fall, where the leaves find their way to the ground.