Apollo and Daphne

Days before

Empty. I was empty. In those days I was happy, quiet, one may even say content. I perfected my healing, I invented new uses for herbs. I sang with the muses. Everything was as it should be, or so I thought. Have you not yet recognised me? How uncultured. I am Apollo, god of music, medicine and many more beautiful things. Archery is dedicated to me. I would love to tell you my whole lifestory, starting with my dear mother Latona and twin sister Artemis, but I am afraid I do not have the time for that. Well, I do have the time, except you probably do not. 

You know, that is just the thing with being immortal and everlasting. I do not die. There is no ending to my pain. It just keeps going and going and going until the end of time and after. You, mortal, you have an easy life. Sometimes you have succes, sometimes you fail and after a while, you die. Then you get to enjoy the quiet afterlife in Hades, or not. But that is up to you and your choises. But my life, yes my life, because if there is no death for me, is there life? Yes there is. And it is horrible. Since you did not know who I was, I guess I tell you the well-known facts about the gods. 

Well first and obviously, we do not die. But even more, we feel little physical pain and we do not get wounded easily; yet, I still feel like my heart gets ripped out over and over again. And even if we get wounded, blood does not flow. Ha, we do not even have blood in our veins. Instead we have ichor. We do not drink earthy things like water and wine. We feed ourself with ambrosia, which resembles a godly cocktail and you, humans, can not even touch. Another thing about humans compared to gods: you can not see us. You can see our projection and our disguises, but not our own, godly appearances. If you did see them, you simply turn to dust. Sounds awesome, right? Maybe not to you, but I would love to be turned to dust, because dust has no heart to be ripped out. 

There is more, but I have the feeling that your brains would simply explode due to the extreme amount of information there is to tell. So I will move on to the cause of my sorrow.