To wed a mortal man
Indaatrix did implore
The goddess of all man,
The goddess great and fair
Beseechingly she knelt,
And set forth her plight
Her heart she said would melt,
So against the laws she’d fight.
The goddess then assigned
A challenge hard to match:
“Let him cross the wolfen wild,
Without so much a scratch.”
Forth set Indaatrix’s lover
Only a bow to call his own,
In the heat of a growing summer
On foot he set alone
But Tritico, hated among the gods
Wanted Indaatrix for his own
And disliking the mortal’s odds
Went down and broke his bow
Fear was in the mortal’s heart
As the wolves knew he was exposed,
They fell on his form, tore him apart
And chewed upon his bones
Indatrix saw dead her love
And in her rath stooped low
Killed all those nasty wicked wolves
The children of Anapnéo
Gathering the man’s remains
And holding onto his head
She sobbed and wailed as the stains
Of blood into her clothes bled
A day and a night she wept
A day and a night she screamed
No consoling she would accept
And no one could intervene
Seeing the pain his jealousy caused
Tritico was rightly ashamed
Admitted his crime to the gods
And the Great Goddess’s rath inflamed
Lighting in her eyes, his death she marked
“You have lost in order to win.
Cast him into the outer dark
To think upon these sins.”
Before the council alone now
Stood Indatrix so forlorn
Beating her breast she took a vow
To from eros be withdrawn
“Never shall I wed a man
Nor lay eyes of love upon
My heart has died to romance
With my lover in the beyond
“For his sake I take this vow
To protect all travelers, sojourners
Wanderers, shepherds, and to endow
My divinity upon them, and no others.”
Thus Indatrix shall be adored
By all who wander forever more
As the goddess who does not ignore
Us the traveling and the poor
Similiar to Roman versus Greek mythology, the Cortisian and Ameriak mythology contain the same divine figures, simply with different names and slightly different stories.