"Mistress, is it the woes of the children again or is it the terrible
diseases that the foolish Pandora released?" Endymion asked.
Selene nodded and replied, "Both. All of it." She sometimes thoughtof
taking mortal form for a lifetime to study from the modern offspringof
Hippocrates and to help directly to soothe the woes of these mortals.
Endymion looked so sad that she pressed forward and kissed his lush lips,
tasting that fulsome fruit and finding it sweet. Yet, even her darling shepherd
could not remove this uneasy feeling that she should take someaction to at
least comfort one suffering mortal. Selene was sadly aware that she was just a
little bored. Her birthday yesterday had been a causeof great celebration,
story telling, and her parents had lit so many fragrant candles in her honor
that Zeus had to create another star with their light. Still, living forever
had its drawbacks and the urge for varietywas one of the consequences.
As the moon swung low over the cold and handsome face of North Dakota,
loons rose, crying in her worship with their strange tones that sounded as if
they were the damned, laughing from Hades.Selene frowned as she heard a special
voice moaning and weeping from the odd edifice below. These cylindrical
towersannoyed her. They should have held the earth-mother's nurturinggrain, but
had, instead, been given over to Mar's sickening spears.They were empty places
now as the gross violation was mostly put to right. Still what was that harsh,
forsaken, yet somehow compelling cry?
Endymion shuddered and said, "They must have left Mars a sacrifice to
apologize for his weapons being disarmed from that place."
The voice cried, bitter and fascinating as myrrh, 'Help me. Helpme.
Mulder, please. Oh God, Mulder, don't leave me here!"
Selene frowned and she shook out her robes to descend fromthe chariot.
Endymion carried a nebula in miniature as a candle to light her way. The place
was cold and dark. Selene's own silverglow shone on the metal walls and the
gee-gaws that Prometheuswas always stealing for the mortals, although they
often burnt their fingers on these new flames. Selene sensed a shadow here
thatmade even a goddess shiver. Something unnatural had left a nauseous trail
of evil.
In a deep level, Selene found the sacrifice, but it did not seemthat he
was properly dedicated to any God. In fact, in this mortal,the nature was so
mixed it was difficult to say on which side of the eternal game he was destined
to play. He opened his eyes andthose orbs were wonders she had not seen in many
a year sincebeautiful Alexander of Macedonia had walked the earth. The eyesheld
the green depths of Neptune and the cool forests of the huntress.
The mortal's eyes perceived her and Selene could tell he was one of the
special ones that would always have the gift of seeingbeneath surfaces.
However, despite her divinity reflected in his eyes, the man's gaze fastening
instead on Endymion. He pitifullyheld up his fingers that were besmirched with
that horrid black oilthat humans were always dredging from the earth. "Mulder,
Mulder,I knew you would come back."
Selene looked and her Endymion was totally fascinated. Selenewas pleased.
She had the most delightful vision of watching thismortal and her handsome
shepherd making sweet, tender love asshe observed.
Selene invoked a cool spring rain, washing the green eyed human male,
clean and binding his weakened life force to the shell thathoused it. She
warned her Endymion, who was already reachinggolden fingers to caress the pale
flesh of this new Alexander. "Wecan't keep him forever. There is an onus upon
him from Mars, Mercury, and Venus that will obligate him to return to his
mortal fate."
Endymion's face darkened, but he nodded. She kissed that herdarling's brow
and then his lips. Selene said, "But we can fit in some idylls, many of them,
before he is missed."
That made her beloved happy. He gathered the green eyed man into his
strong arms and carried him aboard the chariot. Selene let her white horses
have the lead as she watched Endymion kiss every inch of the wonderful gift
that she had found.
No longer bored, Selene's passage was much noted from the mortals below. A
red haired woman remarked, "The moon is very lovely tonight." The red haired
descendent of the Danae saw thatMulder was yearning upwards as if something
called to him there.She heard his sigh and a breathy sad sound that almost
could have been, "Alex".
The moon did not note the cry, but the green eyed man whispered, "Mulder?"
Endymion closed the mouth in a kiss and Selene was greatly pleased.
My Myth-take is your gift, Rowanne
Humbly, the repentant,
Ursula ursula4x@Aol.com
Myth-taking of Alexander
by Ursula
Selene, goddess of the moon, sighed as her chariot made her round of
Earth. Of late, she had felt almost mortal in her woes. Endymion, he of the
tawny hair, the long, lean body, and the hazel eyes, so lovely that she had
made the gem, topaz in their honor, draped the reinsover his strong hands.
Thank the Gods, her mother had straightened outthe little mistake Zeus had
made. Beautiful Endymion no longer had tosleep on Mt. Latmus to be forever
preserved in youth and physical perfection.
