The Light Of Apollo's Love

Chapter 6

 Myrrh slowly felt a burning pain in her chest, that soon moved up to her skull. She grasped her head in her hands, gripping her hair, stifling back a scream as memories began to flood through her mind. Her ears filled with the whispers and conversations of voices she recognized and voices she could not pinpoint to a face. The woman quickly dropped her to her knees, sneering at Myrrh's quivering, weakened form.

"You remember don't you Myrrh? Him hurting you, your friends, the life he took from you?" She spat, taking a knee next to Myrrh, lifting her chin with her hand, forcing her to look at her. She took amusement at Myrrh's face that was twisted in pain, knowing her body was tearing itself apart. "I could simply take your life here and now, but that would take away your pain, and his, and that wouldn't be fun, now, would it? You two are connected right now, meaning that since your dying, so is he," she said with a sneer, dropping Myrrh's head back down, letting her fall. Myrrh coughed, tasting copper mixed with bile, as she spat crimson. She gazed up through clouded eyes as she heard a screech and watched as the woman had been pulled down into the water, and saw Ilias give her a small grin, but before she could return it, she fell onto her side, and her vision quickly swirled to black.

Apollo had been speaking with Eros, when he felt a sharp pain in his chest, causing the glass he was holding to tumble from his hands and crash to the ground. It was a bearable pain for him, and Eros quickly sat him down, despite his protests. Slowly, it became worse and worse, to the point where Apollo had curled up on the sofa in the fetal position, and Eros had gone off and gotten Artemis. It felt like every inch of his body was burning up, as though a fire had been injected into his veins. His head had begun to throb into a splitting headache, and he groaned in discomfort and shut his eyes. The only thing he could see was Myrrh, kneeled over, hands in her hair, choking up blood. Her now pale skin reflected in the darkness, and he could see the pain on her face and in her eyes. It was tearing him apart, physically, and mentally to watch her. He could not comfort her, could not heal her wounds. He was only feeling a fraction of the pain she was and was shocked at how her body had not completely shut down and died at this point. Apollo opened his eyes to Artemis shaking him, a fearful look in her eyes. He felt the mental connection between him and Myrrh fracture, and he knew that he could not help her now. The only thing he could do was hope Myrrh could survive herself for the time being, while Artemis and Eros tried to locate her.

Myrrh opened her eyes but was back into darkness. She could not feel Apollo's presence and doubted it would appear. She seemed to be unconscious, but still had the feeling of touch? it was strange. The faint whispers of voices filled her ears, past conversations, and ones she could not remember.

"Hello?" She called out, and the voices seemed to silence, then slowly erupted into loud conversations, voices she could recognize. She began to stumble along, listening to the whispers telling her where to go. They would say left, then right, and when she messed up, they would get loud until she got back on track. Until she stopped and they went silent. She was surrounded by floating orbs, each with what seemed to be smudged memories? She quirked her brow as she studied them slowly. There were hundreds of them, floating around her silently, emitting a small amount of light, as there seemed to be splotches of color and figures inside of them, moving around, with faint voices escaping. She slowly reached her hand out towards one the voices growing louder, telling her to touch it. Slowly grasping it in her fingertips, she was quickly drawn into the sphere, flung into a memory.

She fell onto soft emerald-colored grass and soon recognized two of the figures standing near her. One was Apollo, looking quite pitiful, a blanket wrapped around him with a gloomy face on, and Dionysus. Yes, that was his name. He was Apollo's friend, wasn't he? Myrrh studied the surroundings, noticing many trees and what seemed to be a spring, the willows swaying in the breeze. She heard laughter and looked in the direction of it, spotting a group of women, all of them wearing white chitons, all with different flowers sprouting in their hair. She slightly recognized these women and froze when she saw a familiar face.