The Light Of Apollo's Love

Chapter 9

Myrrh was once again up and spry, although she still needed rest quite habitually. Apollo was quite content with being able to spend time with Myrrh once again, and by the fact, she was not asleep from sunrise to sunset. She seemed different, and he had deduced that she had gotten some of her memories from before back. Although she had seen a majority of them in her time unconscious, many had quickly slipped away once again, leaving only a few for her to reminisce.

She had gone out on her own for the first time in a while, as Apollo refused to let her leave his line of sight even for a few moments until Artemis and Eros had stepped in and convinced him to let her have some time to herself. He had given her a few hours to go off and do what she wanted, as long as she did not leave and go to the more populated areas nearby. Apollo checked the sky, a worried look slowly coming over his face as he furrowed his brows and sighed. He walked down the marble steps and made his way through his yard, glancing at the water basin as he went by, noticing a few new flowers had grown, and the lotuses had started to bud. He knew Myrrh would admire them once they bloomed, and he could already imagine her cheery face. He walked around and checked his garden, looked in the trees and behind statues, sighing with frustration every time Myrrh was not in the spot he had checked. He was glad he had brought his bow, just in case Myrrh had gotten herself into trouble, as he sat down on a stone bench nearby, thinking about all the possible places Myrrh could be hiding. He closed his eyes, as a familiar song filled his ears, and he recognized the tune of it and the voice. it was Myrrh's voice, although it was faint, he slowly opened his eyes and rose, gazing in the direction the sweet melody was coming from. He was mesmerized by it as he was light on his feet, walking towards where it was coming from, making his way into the nearby woods.

he ducked through the branches, being careful where to step, the song getting louder as he neared the lake. He stepped on a few leaves and with a crunch, he halted, and the singing stopped abruptly. The only noise was the chirps of the bluebirds, and after realizing the song was not going to continue, he pushed through the trees, and walked out towards the lake's edge, looking around for Myrrh, but she was nowhere to be found. He crouched down by the water, admiring the vast lily pads, knowing Myrrh could probably lay on one if she wished to. He smiled with a small chuckle, plucking up one of the nearby flowers, and was soon caught up in his thoughts, admiring its blush-colored petals. He was disturbed when two small hands grasped onto his cape, causing his balance to fold, and he was pulled into the lake with a yell and a large splash. He came up from the water with a cough, having to undo his cape to keep himself from sinking, his blonde curls a mess across his forehead and face, as he pushed them from his eyes and see a giggling Myrrh, a mischievous beam on her face. He could not help but smile back at her happy look, before splashing her with an armful of water, surprising her already soaked form, and stunning her for only a few seconds, before she tackled him down in the water, both of them going under, then him coming back up, holding her over his shoulder, her trying to squirm away. She got far enough from him to grasp his now soaked cape that was floating atop the water, and threw it over his head, causing him to fall not only due to the slick algae that covered the bottom of the lake but from the sudden water and fabric in his eyes. He felt Myrrh get loose, and by the time he got his drenched cape off his head and had it in his arms, Myrrh was crouching on the edge of the lake, looking down at him with a smile, and oh how it made his heart thump in his chest.

He threw his cape next to her, pulling himself up, her observing him. He stood up and rung out his cape, hanging it on a nearby branch, and sighing, knowing the dirt and grime was never going to fully come out of the crimson silk, giving a glance to Myrrh. She was lost in her thoughts, staring out at the lake, studying what was around her. He saw that familiar glint in her eyes, as she seemed to recognize the place she was at. He slowly sat down next to her and reached out and pushed some of the soaked curls from her face, shaking her from her thoughts. She gave him a small smile and he quickly returned it. He went to wrap an arm around her, but she quickly tensed, and he let go, making sure not to show the slight hurt he was feeling.