It was told of a boy named Orey, who lived with his mother in a shack in the depth of woods. The years had passed them in solitude when the mother fell terribly ill. Afraid to leave his mother alone, but aware of its inevitability; he set on a journey far and by, across lands and rivers to find a remedy for his mother’s illness. No man or physicist felt for his suffering, and they all objected accompanying him to see for his mother’s condition, until he fell across an old shepherd who told him the tale of the Three Sisters; Mida, Levan, and Nera, guardians of an ancient garden set behind the highest peak of the mountain Hera. At the center of this garden grew a tree that gave golden apples given by Mother Earth as a gift when creation took place. These apples had many magical powers among which, healing any human illness.
So Orey decided to find that magical garden, and ask the Three Sisters for one of their golden apples.
For months he ventured deep into the hearts of nature to find Mt. Hera, until he finally found it, and climbed all the way to peak Find and down to the other side, where he was told he would find the End of Land. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he set sight upon the most beautiful garden he had seen in his life.
Upon this footing through the white gates, a giant snake named Python slithered from a hole in a giant oak’s trunk and stood erect before him, hissing in human sounds asking the boy to confess his purpose.
Orey, afraid to lie, told his story to Python who shed tears upon hearing, and retreated for the three sisters to emerge.
Touched at the boy’s noble purpose, Nera gave him a kiss on his cheek for protection on his way back, and offered him the Golden Apple he had requested, but warned him to keep it at close distance to his heart as to give it life, and that only one human being is able to taste the apple. Aware of these heeds, Orey thanked the sisters and set towards his return journey.
Return was not easy, along the way he met many monster, devils and humans who had detected the Golden Apple he kept close to his heart, all of which attacked him to try to snatch it from his grip, and although Nera’s kiss protected him from death, he was left deeply wounded.
The journey made him weary, and when he reached the shack where his mother laid, he was losing endurance. His mother was on her bed and was on the verge of dying when he crawled into her bed, and put the apple on her lips. She wearily bit the apple as his hand collapsed and he fell to the floor. The mother revitalized by the apple’s powers sprawled to her son who was agonizing, her tears flowing and her heart fearing for her son, she had him bite the apple in order to save his life.
But the three sisters acting upon the heeds they had given, were enraged at the disobedience of the mother and son, and so decided to punish both, only they were touched by the love they saw between the two, they decided their punishment was not to be death.
Instead, they set the mother upon the peak of the highest mountain, tied to a rock, and her son in the lowest and steepest valley, free of any ties as to enable him to visit his mother only once a day, when the sun is at its utmost height in the sky. And when the sun begins to shift, the son must go back down to the valley and repeat his journey the day that follows for him to be able to see his mother.
Year upon year, the boy climbed the mountain restlessly every day to provide his mother with food, and see her for minutes only before the sun began to move, while the mother remained tied to the rock. She counted the hours for her son’s coming daily and the moments she saw him were the only thing she had left in the world to look forward to.
But one day, as the son climbed the mountain to arrive at mid-day to the peak where his mother stood, his knees too weary from the climb, gave way under him and he fell backwards into the valley and met his peril at the bottom. His mother, eager for her son’s visit felt the sun shift past mid-day, and was saddened by the idea that her son did not make it, unaware of his fatal fate. The day that followed and the one after, as her son never showed up, the mother hit her head harshly with the nearest rock, ending her own life, sorrowful at her son’s apparent desertion, dying in disappointment, unaware that her son had death embrace him as he lied at the bottom of the valley between the rocks, from his failed attempt to reach her peak and see her once again.