When Atlanta was born, her father did not want her. Therefore, he ordered someone to take her to the top of a mountain and leave her there. A bear found her, and fed her. Then, a group of hunters took her in, and taught her to hunt.
One day, the hunters were about to go out and hunt a ferocious beast. Atlanta, eager to hunt, wanted to come along. Some of the men did not wish for her to come, but the son of the king of their town insisted she come.
Let her come!
They went out, and Atlanta, who was the first to hit the beast, was awarded its head. Her father, seeing Atlanta's courage and strength, reclaimed her as his own. Many men wished to wed her, now that she was a brave warrior, but she always refused.
Atlanta! I am sorry! I wish to have you back!
She got tired of this, and eventually came up with a solution. If a man could beat her in a race, she would marry them. If they lost, however, then they would be killed. Man after man challenged her, but every time they lost their life.
One day, Aphrodite, the goddess of love, gave a man named Hippomenes three golden apples to help him win the race, and the love of Atlanta. He used the apples to trick her and throw her off course, and won the race.
Oooh! What is this?
Atlanta was impressed by Hippomenes' cleverness, and agreed with delight to marry him.