Wild Child
Nourished in the wild, without a mother, required skill and dexterity. Always a child wrestling tyrants, entwined with two serpents, the goddess of wisdom found the lyre of Apollo. When she drew the cords of nine, her favorite bird sprang forth within her breast. In exchange he bore in his hand, 'midst the roar by tyrants, size, strength, and freedom; a champion sacred to her. Armed and undefiled, no tyrants in the unpruned forest, Athene rose, no more a child. In honor, Nature smiled.
Source Material: Bulfinch, Thomas. “Bulfinch’s Mythology: Stories of Gods and Heroes.”, Canterbury Classics, 2015, pp. 13
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