Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

"Are you...the Hyperboreans?" I asked, my voice filled with conviction. 


Hyperborea was a northern land where the wind blew upstream, and it was said that single-eyed giants resided there. The big, mountain-like giants I saw before me wore clothes woven from pure white feathers, which matched the descriptions of the Hyperboreans from the tales. 


They were named after the land they lived in, but very little was known about them in Greece. Their society was closed off and exclusive, making it rare for people to claim they had seen the Hyperboreans. Yet, here I was, surrounded by as many as five of them. 


Where had they come from? The last scene I saw while being held in Apollo's embrace was a barren wilderness with nothing in sight.


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