Before humans had fire, evenings were extremely inconvenient. There were no warm hearths, no cooked dinners, no metal tools and no toasted marshmallows. People huddled in darkness while the gods enjoyed flames on Mount Olympus. Prometheus was a Titan whose name means “forethought”. He was clever, curious and unusually interested in humans. Some stories say he shaped the first people from clay. Others simply say he became their protector. Either way, he watched them struggle and thought, “This could be improved.”
Zeus, king of the gods, did not agree. He believed fire belonged to the gods. Humans were young and unpredictable. Give them flames, he thought, and next they would be building cities, forging weapons and staying awake far too late telling stories. Prometheus had already annoyed Zeus during a feast at Mecone. Humans were deciding which parts of an animal sacrifice should be offered to the gods. Prometheus created two piles. In one, he hid the good meat inside an unattractive stomach. In the other, he covered bare bones with shining fat.
One night, Prometheus climbed Mount Olympus. He moved quietly past the palaces of the gods. Somewhere nearby, Apollo’s golden light blazed; elsewhere, Hephaestus’s forge roared with heat. Prometheus carried a hollow fennel stalk. Its dry centre could hide a glowing ember without burning the outside. He crept towards the sacred flame, took a spark and tucked it inside. Then he hurried down the mountain.
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