Then a time came where the gods were forgotten, forced to relinquish their divine status and become no more than a forgotten whisper. On that day when the last person uttered a prayer to Apollo the underworld changed. A light breeze tousled your hair, your skin felt warm and your hand did not feel empty. After all that time walking around the depths below, you felt a presence next to you and you knew you were not alone, that your love, your Apollo, was right there, at your side, forever more.
And though no one would ever again pray to the gods, they would talk of two lovers, how death and jealousy had cruelty separated them, but how they now hold each other and laugh always, never to be parted again.
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THE SUN THAT SET WITH YOU
Historical FictionA short retelling of the Greek myth of Apollo and his lover, Hyacinth. A narration of their life and death. Apollo is a Greek god and Hyacinth is a spartan prince. What could possibly go wrong when a god and a mortal fall in love, right? (It's very...
