The Fall of a Mortal

Are you stupid enough to notice a God struggling?

  Looking around the room, Icarus tried to look for a way to escape from the castle. He wasn't about to stay and get roasted by his crush. The only two ways he could escape were to either jump from the huge window and down on the garden, or the huge door. He went near the window, almost 100% sure the door had something fishy. He was in a God's castle after all. Looking down though, the ground was way too down for his fragile bones to survive the fall. He took a deep breath and sighed. Either die or fall in a trap. Perfect way of coming back to life. 

In a pure show of courage, he walked to the door and gripped its handles roughly. He took a deep breath again.

He tried to open the huge, wooden door, right as a weird smell came off of it. Icarus noticed too late that the smell belonged to a sleeping potion, one of the Sun's God's main expertise. He engulfed the smell, letting it take over his body, and as he did so it reminded him of the reason why he fell so deeply in love with the sun. He chuckled lightly. Of course he would know Apollo's mind better than he knew his own.

As his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he was brought back to the memories of those old days when he stood outside his room just to look at the magnificent rays of light. He never dared to look right at the Sun, for no mortal has ever been allowed to do so he thought back to a saying other mortals say, it was to never look directly at the sun for it can be blinding, he never thought it would make him fall blindly in love with it.
And Icarus lost consciousness again, and two arms caught him. But he felt nothing. Two blue eyes stared at a sleeping figure. The astonishment that someone, a mortal even got to find out where he was before he was shown anything else apart from two of his now-maids, got over him. The God helped the mortal into the bed and put the cover right over him again. And he sat by the bed in a chair of roses and thorns, a gift from his twin sister. And he stared.
He stared in wonder at the mortal who was now lying fast asleep in a bed without a care in the world, he examined his features to every last detail. He stared at the brown, curly hair of the mortal, he stared at the freckles that adorned his face and he stared at the closed eyes of the child who had tried to go to him right before he had died.
'Mortals are getting way more out of hand now than ever before.'- the God thought as he almost laughed out loud. Now, why would a mortal even try to do it? The God had seen it. Had seen how his father had warned the young mortal of the dangers of the waxed wings. He had told him not to get too close to the fire of the Sun. Why had the young mortal done it?
He stared at the calloused hand that rested on the cover and something inside of him itched to touch it, but he didn't move. He had no right to touch a sleeping person. Especially a fragile human. But then again, he thought he is a god right? Who has the right to stop him? Who has the right to question him? And yet, he still didn't move.
After a shallow breath, the God closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair. He felt a thorn somewhere behind his head, but he didn't move. It Didn't hurt. And yet, nothing had hurt for a long time. The moment he became a God, he completed the tasks of being a God, and he stopped feeling pain. His blood changed to gold ichor, and he stopped being human. His mother, Leto, had died quite a long time ago.
That's the worst and best part of being a God. He was bound to a life of immortality, his entire life now filled with ambrosia, cute girls, and power above all human beings. And the worst part of it is that he had lost almost everyone that he used to know as a human teenager. He saw them die right in front of his eyes. He made the days they were buried, they were given not only the best treatment but they were filled with warmth and light. It showed just how much he kept on loving the mortals he had left behind.

 Artemis was the last person he had from the moment of leaving his hometown. She was a great sister, yeah, a great person. But nothing could fill the deep sadness in his chest. Nothing could fill the emptiness of losing your other loved ones, your best friends, the people who basically raised you.
After being deep in thought, his eyes reopened to a sight he wasn't pleased with. The mortal was no longer in the warm arms of Sleep. His eyes were wide open, staring at the God, in a completely baffled expression, frozen in place from the shock.