Alethea and Veritas: The goddess of truth
Long ago, there was a women called Alethea. She lived in Athens, Greece. Some might say she was kind but others who knew her for more than a few days would tell you that the only trait she has is lying and deceiving. It started out as meaningless white lies but day after day, Alethea’s lies got bigger and more regular. One day, Alethea and her only brother, Damon, were out in the garden watching the animals and the newly bloomed flowers that lived there. They ran through the fields until they came to a tree that they hadn’t seen before that flourished a strange fruit they never tasted. Alethea said to Damon, “Brother, if you eat that fruit you’ll be able to play the lyre like the god of music himself,
Long ago, there was a women called Alethea. She lived in Athens, Greece. Some might say she was kind but others who knew her for more than a few days would tell you that the only trait she has is lying and deceiving. It started out as meaningless white lies but day after day, Alethea’s lies got bigger and more regular. One day, Alethea and her only brother, Damon, were out in the garden watching the animals and the newly bloomed flowers that lived there. They ran through the fields until they came to a tree that they hadn’t seen before that flourished a strange fruit they never tasted. Alethea said to Damon, “Brother, if you eat that fruit you’ll be able to play the lyre like the god of music himself,