The Minute Story of Apollo and Daphne
One bright day, Cupid the little god of love, sat on the bank of a river, playing with his arrows. The arrows were extremely modest. Some had points of gold, and others had points of lead. None of them looked as though they could do much mischief. That day Apollo, the considerable sun-god, strolled along the bank of a similar river, while coming back from his battle with the serpent of darkness, called the Python.
He had recently utilized an extraordinary number of his awesome golden arrows in slaughtering this huge serpent. Feeling exceptionally pleased with his triumph over the Python, he stated, when he saw Cupid at his play, "Ho! What are such little arrows as these good for?" Cupid's sentiments were harmed at this. He didn't state anything, however he took his little arrows and traveled to the highest point of Mount Parnassus.
There he took a sat on the grass and had taken a leaden-pointed arrow which had been stored from its quiver. Looking about him for some mark for his arrow, he saw Daphne strolling through a woods. Daphne was the little girl of Peneus, the river-god. She was beautiful to the point that the resting blossoms lifted their heads and burst into full sprout at her coming.
Cupid shot the leaden-pointed arrow directly at Daphne's heart. Despite the fact that it did her no other damage, this little limit arrow influenced Daphne to feel perplexed, and without realizing what she was fleeing from, she started to run. At that point Cupid, who was exceptionally devious, took a golden-pointed arrow from his quiver, and with this injured Apollo.
The golden-pointed arrow had the ability to influence Apollo to love the first thing he saw. This risked to be Daphne, the river-nymph, who came running by only at that point, with her golden hair skimming out behind her. Apollo called to Daphne that there was nothing to fear, at that point, as she would not quit running, he pursued her.
The quicker Apollo took after the speedier Daphne ran, and she developed increasingly apprehensive constantly, for the little leaden-pointed arrow was staying in her heart. She kept running till she went to the bank of her father's river, and at this point she was tired to the point that she could run no more remote.
She approached her father for offer assistance. The river-god heard, and before Apollo could overwhelm her, he changed her into a tree, a delightful tree with gleaming evergreen leaves and blooms as pink as Daphne's own cheeks.
At the point when Apollo thought of Daphne, there she remained, on the bank of the river, not a nymph any more, but rather a lovely tree. Apollo was broken-hearted, at first, to perceive how he had lost Daphne. It was all the blame of the little golden-pointed arrow. Since this tree was every one of that was left of Daphne, Apollo loved the tree, and said that it ought to be planted by the side of his sanctuary.
From its evergreen leaves, Apollo made himself a crown, and wore it in remembrance of Daphne. This tree still flourish in Greece, and is known as the Laurel of Apollo.
Reference:
Favorit Greek Myths
By: Lilian S. Hyde