Rated: E · Short Story · Mythology · #2292967
Story about Dionysus
|Dionysus looked out over the rolling hills and felt a thrill of excitement course through him. He had arrived in this land seeking followers, and he had found them. These people knew how to celebrate, how to revel in the moment, and he had a feeling that they would be perfect for his cause.|
He strode down into the village, his long hair and flowing robes catching the breeze. As he passed by, the villagers paused in their work and stared, intrigued by this stranger in their midst.
Dionysus wasted no time in gathering them together. He spoke of the joys of life, of the need to let go of inhibitions and embrace the moment. He sang and danced, and the people followed his lead. Before long, the entire village was caught up in a wild frenzy of celebration.
But Dionysus was not satisfied with just one village. He knew that his message needed to spread far and wide. So he continued on his journey, gathering followers and spreading the joy of life wherever he went.
As the years went by, Dionysus became known as the god of wine and revelry, and his followers built great temples in his honor. But for Dionysus, the most important thing was the people themselves, and the way they embraced his message of joy and celebration.