¹𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀. percy jackson

XXXV.

ｔｈｅ ｂａｔｔｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌａｂｙｒｉｎｔｈ

LUCIA FOUND HERSELF DREAMING THAT NIGHT, she stood surrounded by a verdant field, a crystal clear spring of water a few feet away. The sky above her was a gorgeous cerulean illuminating down pure golden hues of sunlight.

A boy came into view.

Lucia studied him, he had bronze skin, curly dark hair, and purple eyes. He wore a chiton and ancient kothornos'.

The boy was looking up at the sky like he was waiting for something.

The chariot was at first a speck in the sky. Then the sun grew brighter and brighter, coming up overhead, and Lucia knew who he was waiting for...

"Apollo" The boy whispered adoringly

The chariot (Which looked like a golden ancient greek chariot instead of a red sports car) landed in the field, skidding to a halt on a patch of dry dirt.

"Hyacinthus." Lucia watched as her immortal father got out of the chariot. His blonde curls framed his face, and he wore a chiton similar to Hyacinthus but unlike him, he held a golden aura that enveloped him completely, "My how is it possible you become more handsome every time we meet."

"You flatter me far too much my love"

"As I shall continue to do darling."Apollo smiled at him before the two shared a kiss.

When they pulled apart the image changed.

"Apollo! I'm ready!" Hyacinthus yelled as he ran across the field

Lucia watched as her immortal father ran forward a discus in hand. The two boys were laughing and running around throwing the discus back and forth. Hyacinthus ran to Apollo, he boldly wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered

Apollo stared at him his mouth falling agape 

"It's alright, you don't have to say it..."

Apollo cupped the man's cheek "My prince you are a remarkable beauty that has filled me with endless joy. I am not frightened to say that you have claimed my immortal heart."

there was a harsh breeze. the air around them turned colder...

Hyacinthus and Apollo didn't seem to pay it any mind as they began to run off together. Apollo held the discus in hand once again. "Catch my Hyacinthus!"

"Dad! no!" Lucia cried but her voice was useless, in an instant the discus flew out of Apollo's hand.

It should have landed in his hands. Apollo knew his strength, he would not have thrown it hard enough to put his mortal lover in danger.

But the breeze returned, causing goosebumps on Lucia's skin. in a flash, the discus flew higher and ricocheted in speed. without a warning the discus hit Hyacinthus in the forehead, he collapsed, blood seeped from the crater-sized wound on his head.

Before Lucia could even exhale Apollo was by his side, cradling him in his arms.

"No no no no" He called holding him "Hyacinthus? Hyacinthus?"