Life has taken a significant downfall after that Auroura came. Dude, you should’ve heard the gods when she arrived at Olympus! I had to stuff my ears with corn, because being the goddess of the harvest, I couldn’t find much else(mind you, it was very uncomfortable[c’mon, try putting a 2-inch rod in your earhole!]). The reason for the uproar is because she is beautiful beyond measure. She has warm, sparkling eyes, and her skin and hair are softer than water. Zeus looked especially happy. This is because Auroura is actually Zeus’ daughter! And her son has befriended my dear Persephone! Zeus made Auroura goddess of good luck because he thought that good fortune brought her her looks. She also has this sort of cloud over her head that makes everything warp and get all bent and twisted if it gets more than two feet from the goddess. This prevents her from hiding. It had been given to her by Zeus, saying “No goddess shall hide from fortune,” because apparently, the cloud contains the entire capacity of good luck there is. Aphrodite later told me that she kind of felt annoyed that Auroura was “taking away my physical vibe and putting it on herself”. And I can’t blame her.
Later, I found out that Auroura had a hobby for making objects and making them bring good fortune, and when one day she came up with a new object, decided to partner up with Hephaestus, the god of smiths and fire, to help her make it, and together, they made radiant penny coins, shiny as the sun and the color of bronze, and when they were made, Auroura would cast her good luck spell on the pennies and scatter them around the Earth, bringing with them the tradition of finding lucky pennies. That made even mortals admire Auroura.
Once, a very bad argument between me and Auroura left me feeling bitter. Little did I know that it would change my life: Persephone had grown quite attracted to Auroura’s son, whom I had never met. Now, they were going out to play, and I saw the boy for the first time: He was a hefty figure, with jet black hair and almost always wearing a helmet(I do wonder how he keeps cool under it). He can run as fast as a buffalo, too. After I had seed off Persephone, I went to my favorite spot to rest, a hilltop made of wheat. I slept for 2 hours, and still, they played on. Far away on the hill, waking up from a very heavy slumber, I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked up just in time to see the son giving Persephone a roundish something, like a piece of fruit. She ate it, but then a huge chasm opened up in the ground and woosh! she fell in like a stone. The chasm then slammed shut with an almighty BOOM! that I swear knocked over trees as far as Crete, and Persephone was gone. I was shocked. I started to call her. I called and called for nearly three days and nights. But, there was no response. So, I grieved. My sadness was like some thick eternal noxious fluid, secreting into even Mt.Olympus and infecting everyone it touched, so that everyone grew sad and did nothing more than stare into space and whack into each other. In fact, I grieved so much, that every plant on Earth wilted and it got all cold. The mortals now call it “winter”, in memory of my mortal sister, who used to control the seasons. I was also angry that the son would dare give my daughter bad fruit. After thinking about what I could do to save her, I suddenly had an idea.“Maybe Auroura can help me look for it, she is the goddess of good fortune, and after all, it was her son who had given Persephone the fruit.” So, I began searching for her. I searched and searched, and I was walking by a very unusual fence, when everything began to bend as if they were being twisted by a giant hand. It was only then that I knew that Auroura was somewhere near. And, as I stood in shock, I saw distinctly, a flash of pure green. I also saw…I rubbed my eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving me. There was movement inside the green something! I decided that I had to investigate. Stepping over the fence, I was faced with a jawdropping sight: There, right in the middle of the sea of green, was Auroura!
After my long search was over, I saw then that she had a secret garden of 4-leaf clovers which she had obtained from Hera(AURGH!!), explaining why there was so much green, which she was chilling out in. Despite the fact that my head now felt like it was filled with a million nuclear bombs because I was so furious thinking all the time “How come her garden has survived my winter spell?”, I managed to keep my voice straight. “Do you, by any chance, happen to know where my daughter Persephone is, when she was playing with your son this afternoon?” Auroura responded, “I do know that the duo were playing together, and that Persephone was given a fruit, but I do not know, however, what happened to her, because I wasn’t there.” This did not help with my anger, and I felt just about ready to asphyxiate her. Finally, it was too much. I wanted more than anything to yell at Auroura, so to keep my emotions from going berserk, I decided to avert the subject to the garden instead.
“My young friend,” I said. “What a lovely garden, my favorite plant is the 4-leaf clover, I think this garden should belong to me.”
“Sorry, Demeter, I do not think so, for I have been given this garden by Hera herself, queen of the gods and goddesses!”
“No one refuses mighty Demeter. I will take it by force if it is not mine right now, whether you like it or not!”
Just then, Hera appeared by Auroura’s side and replied to me “Auroura speaks the truth. The garden is a rare source of happiness for her, which she treasures greatly. Taking it away will mean taking away her joy and serenity!” Believe me, that day, I got so mad, some part of me changed. Now, whenever someone asks me a nosy question, instead of saying “I don’t want to speak right now’, as I usually do, I find myself turning everyone that annoyed me into ergot-infested rye. Whenever I saw Auroura’s son, I would, in a state of near subconsciousness due to my rage, spit curses at him, and once, I even came to my senses to find that I had just thrown my cornucopia at him(a cornucopia is a horn of plenty). In the days following my dispute, I decided I had to teach Auroura a lesson, so I waited until night fell, until I knew Auroura was asleep, and then went into her sleeping chambers. And there, glowing so brightly that I had to shield my eyes, was a golden 4-leaf clover, I repeat, A GOLDEN 4-LEAF CLOVER!(double AURGH!!)along with a peacefully sleeping Auroura. Her hair was fluttering as she breathed. Quickly and as stealthily as a cat, I promptly swiped the 4-leaf clover, dashed up 35 floors, and lobbed it out of the highest window on Mt. Olympus, where it made a very loud clatter when it hit the ground, then returned to Auroura’s bedroom and sheltered behind her nightstand. I chose not to run partly because I wanted to witness her reaction, partly because that is the sort of goddess that I am.
When Auroura woke up, my fear of being spotted overcame me, so I carefully snuck out of my hiding spot and crawled under the bed. Soon after, I could hear sniffling, then moderate crying. Auroura’s extended hand, fumbling with the spot where the golden clover had been, was wet with tears from her wiping her eyes, then, she got out of bed, still crying, with her tears flooding the floor, and went out of the door. When I knew she was gone, I crawled out and inspected Auroura’s quarters. Almost everything was decorated with all the good-luck trinkets she’d crafted over the years. And, more surprising, her tears were gold. I discovered this when I stepped on something wet and look at my foot soles to find that they were gold. I thought that seeing her so melancholy would make me happy. But it didn’t. The funny thing was that getting revenge on Auroura did not make me feel the slightest bit better. The reason was that I had not found Persephone yet! I later learned that the pomegranate was food of the dead, which was the reason that she had disappeared into the ground. It had nothing to do with Auroura or her son, but the tussle we had seriously damaged our friendship. There was something about the 4-leaf clover that I did not know, however. Auroura had cast a spell on the golden clover, granting it eternal good fortune. While the clover had lain there, the wind had blown the spell onto all of the 4-leaf clovers growing on Earth. The spell had not been entirely shed off, for more of it filled in the parts that had been blown away.
After Auroura found the golden clover, she punished me by making 4-leaf clovers the rarest plant to find on Earth. And this is why finding a 4-leaf clover is a sign of good luck, but are so hard to find.
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