In Greece a magnificent wedding was being thrown. It was the marriage of Thetis the sea nymph and King Pelias. It was the absolute perfect night for a wedding, with the moon being full and bright, and the light of a dozen candles lighting up the beautiful olive trees. All the guests were pleased and happy, and Thetis and King Pelias were in love.
However, someone was not so happy. That someone was Eris, the goddess of strive and discord. She hadn't been invited to this clearly amazing wedding. She was angry, and wanted revenge. She hid behind the crowd, and rolled a beautiful golden apple through the guests feet. With a piercing bone chilling laugh, everyone turned to stare. But in a quick second, she was gone.
The apple rolled through the crowds feet, to three very lovely goddesses. Those goddesses were Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, Hera, the queen of the gods and Zeus's wife, and last but not least, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. They picked the golden apple up to examine it, and discovered that it said, TO THE FAIREST.
The three goddesses started to bicker among themselves. Each of them thought they were the fairest, and that the apple must have been a gift. Suddenly, Zeus broke the fight apart. "SILENCE!" he yelled at the girls. Zeus told them that he would not chose who was the fairest himself, (because two of them was his daughters, and Hera was his wife), but that Paris would decide. Zeus continued to say that tonight was a grand celebration, and that this would all be dealt with tomorrow.
The next morning, the goddesses took a trip to Mount Olympias to be judged by Paris, and to see who is the fairest. The girls decided they would each bribe Paris. Hera went first. "Choose me Paris, and I will make you the lord of Asia and Greece. You will have power." Paris nodded, and waited for Athena's bribe. "Choose me Paris and I will make you the wisest man in the land, which will make you gain land and power. Paris liked this one even more, and nodded again.
Lastly, Aphrodite went. She talked in a sweet lovely voice. "Choose me, dear Paris, and you shall have the love your lonely self desires. If you choose me, you shall marry the most beautiful lady in the land. Helen of Sparta. All you have to do is pick me as the fairest." Paris didn't have to think. This was the best offer by far. He handed the apple to Aphrodite, and she laughed victoriously. The other girls were upset. They vowed to get revenge on unfair Paris, and stormed away.