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Līgo Haībun Challenge, 5 April 2013: Child's Play

Their chubby fingers pressed and kneeded with a lack of dexterity reserved for the very young or the very old; in this case, the former was the cause as the Aloadai were still quite young. Ephialtês enjoyed removing the houses despite the fact that he struggled to keep them in one piece as he grappled them from the ground; his laughter at the horror on the faces of the small humans residing in the village was like thunder. His twin brother Oitos took great pleasure in moving great handfuls of earth, creating a mountain from which he and Ephialtês could climb to Olympus. As the mountain grew taller, Oitos’ eyes grew large with glee as the small humans tried to run from the impending doom. Poseidon could do nothing to stop the boys; he alerted the other gods of their work and tried to send earthquakes to destroy their mountain. Instead he panicked the townspeople even more. He pleaded with their mother, Iphimedeia, to no avail; she watched their sons with amusement, having had her fill of the town long before their birth. “Let them be,” she cried with a voice like a spring storm. “They deserve Olympus as much as you and the others!”

the young gods playing

bring nightmares and doom to the

land where green peace was

Written for this week's Līgo Haībun; click below for more. You can find more about Poseidon here, or the Aloadai here.

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