BRITOMARTIS

The Minoans worshiped me. The Cretan’s worshiped me. I am a Goddess. I go out hunting beasts. Switch the Moon on. Make sure ships return safely. I am purity. The virgin. Not that I haven’t had offers you understand.
Now the Greeks think they can downgrade me to Wood Nymph. A fairy. All because of that Artemis with her delicate bloody ankles.
It’s Homers fault, “There she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads the dances, gracefully arrayed.”
Pissed more like.
Just shows you, if you want to be a Goddess these days, put yourself about.

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