MASKS

chapter one

Apollo

If it's love I've felt my share of it. I've felt the highest of highs and lowest of lows. I've felt it all, everything that came with love honestly I knew so much about it I didn't want anything to do with it. After millennia of getting your heart ripped out over and over and over you get so used to the pain to the point you become content with it. I'd felt it so many times I decided I was done, no more pain for me so I ran from love and hid. I covered myself with a mask, the stupid playboy with nothing between his ears, with nothing else to do other than sleep around.

Truth be told it wasn't always a mask it was true. I was sleeping around enough to fill up my cabin but at that point, I was still looking for love. Still searching for that high even for a night but then I came to my senses and saw all the pain I left behind then I stopped and realized that's what all of Olympus knew about me, that's all they saw, so I took it. God of the arts right? I sculpted the perfect image made the perfect picture. Did they want a playboy? I gave them fuckboy.

It still hurt though, that hollow feeling in my chest and don't get me started on the nightmares. I'm the god of prophesy and although there isn't always a prophecy to be told there is always a future to be seen sometimes it doesn't come true I see every possible future there is, that means all the bloodshed and the pain and the plagues and the hardships but I was the happy-go-lucky playboy nobody knew of the pain no one knew of the nightmares except of course Hermes.

Yeah, he knew. He knew because he understood. He also had a mask: prankster, he saw it every day. He's the god messengers and travelers he went around he saw the effect of the pain and the effect of the wars so he knew and he felt and saw it. It hurt that even my sister didn't see it, that she judged me for my mask that she was disgusted by me she couldn't stand me, yeah it hurt but it protected her to some extent she didn't see the pain in the wilderness with only her girls she couldn't be hurt by the world so I was okay with it but it still hurt.

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Anyway, my problems aren't the reason for this story, this story is of how I found hope again how everything came together in the end and fixed my heart, this is the story of healing.

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Hello sweethearts, I'm still alive and have not forgotten you. This is a new story for you to enjoy. Now give me feedback: comment on what you think will happen or give me ideas on what you want to happen.

as usual love

 anglevil😈😇