From that moment on, I was devastated. My soul never felt so empty. My heart gaped of the wound the arrow made in it. My hands no longer fet the need to hold a bow. I was broken, alone, afraid.
I returned to Olympus and sat by myself for days. After those days I started, bit by bit, to function again. Slowly and steadily I made songs again, discovered new herbs and wrote poems. I wrote down the last words of Daphne and burned them, so they would no longer mark my mind. I climed back to my place in the world over a span of weeks.
As you may remember, gods do not feel lasting pain, but I did. It faded, but not disappeared. The wound healed, but left a scar. More lovers came after Daphne, but she was the first and my soul will always recognise hers in an instant. I was empty before her and after her. Yet before her I did not realize, and after her I found new ways to cover my emptiness up.
But I will never be whole.
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Apollo and Daphne
Short StoryThe acient story of Apollo and Daphne, told from the perspective of Apollo. The story is kind of short and I tried to write in an old-like style, but I am sorry for my grammatical errors, because my native language is not English. Feel free to poin...
