Getting back what's yours.

Chapter 1

For it has been multiple decades since the tragic passing of Apollos beautiful lover, the prince named Hyacinthus.

Most gods would had moved on the next day, some even within an hour, But not Apollo. For the death of his beloved scared him for eternity, burning a growing hole in his eternally beating heart, feeling as though his soul had been torn in half, as though the half that was still in him was desperately searching for the other.

Where was this other half? Apollo knew where it was all to well. For it was with his now dead Hyacinthus.

Though Apollo cared out his godly duties and responsibilities as though nothing had happened every moment in between was filled with nothing but sobbing, sorrow, and pinning, the pinning for what was once his.

Now was one of those sorrowful moments, for Apollo had just finished his daily responsibilities, the sun already set, moon rising high in the sky, now casting a dreamy light upon the meadow that stood before the depressed god, the same meadow that Hyacinthus had passed in...

As Apollo walks farther into the clearing he feels the tears beging to well in his eyes, he sits beneath the tree that had began to grow shortly after Hyacinth's death.

As his bottom hits the grassy ground he begins to sob uncontrollably into his gold colored hands. Each sob making the ground around the god treble lightly, almost as if the ground was mimicking his uneasy breathing pattern.

As Apollo's breathing slows, and his tears stop just enough for him to think, he takes out his lyre, the same lyre that Hyacinthus used to hold in his own soft mortal hands. As he unveils the lyre softly brushing over the strings with his powerful but delicate hands, he then began to play an
anguish filled melody with the instrument. First this melody fills the Air around the god, but it is soon accompanied by the sound of a depressed hum, produced by the tearful gods voice.

As Apollo finishes his sorrowful song he takes his lyre into a tight hug, when he hugs his lyre, tears begin to strum down his face. "hyacinthus..." he mumbles as tears in start to rush down his face faster, and faster. "Hyacinthus.!" This time it's a little louder. "HYACINTHUS.!!" voice harsh and pleading, crying out for his lost love. "please..I cannot live without you, without your touch, without your laugh. For I know your love is still with me, but without you in front of me, my heart breaks daily." He rla deep breath "I need you. Do not fret my love for I will get you back...I promise."

So then Apollo thought long and hard, under that tree for hours, he thought about what he was going to do, and how he was going to do it. And by the time he had rose the sun into the sky, he knew what it was, he had to do.