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When Hyacinthus died, Apollo grieved the loss of the love of his life.
He asked Hades to return his love to him but was denied.
Less than a century after the disc struck, Hyacinthus of Sparta was reborn as Icarus of Crete. Once more, he loved and was loved by Apollo. Alas, the Fates love tragedy, wings that burn, and boys who fall.
The third time it took more than three thousand long years for Apollo's love to be reborn. Once again doomed before drawing breath. Hyacinthus became Icarus and Icarus became Percy Jackson. Will Apollo keep his love this time?
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Olympus: Ancient Greece one year before the birth of Prince Hyacinthus of Sparta - The Muse Clio, daughter of Mnemosyne and Zeus
Clio, daughter of Memnosyne, one of the Muses of Phoebus Apollon, goddess of history and lyre playing never thought that she would come to prefer the rustic charms of Mount Helicon over beautiful, bright Olympus, home of the gods. A place of light, delight, music, and cheer. Always home to a feast, party, concert, recital, debate, discourse. All things that a muse would take pleasure in. Alas, as of recently, Olympus was home to wailing, weeping, and whining. The reason for this change was the beautiful but capricious Aphrodite. Clio repressed a snarl as she thought of that goddess. She had little fondness for the Olympians, save her half-brother and master, Apollon, but Aphrodite knew how to infuriate an impartial recorder of history. The goddess constantly complained about how petty, unreasonable, and treacherous she was portrayed in tales and tellings. Clio had a ledger recording all the times her mighty father, the Lord Zeus had reprimanded her after Aphrodite had complained. She preferred not to think of the number.
Aphrodite's latest pique was some mortal boy the goddess of love had been disgustingly and embarrassingly besotted with, one Adonis. Aphrodite had abandoned her dignity for him. The goddess of beauty abandoned her perfumed parlors, expensive cosmetics, exquisite jewelry, and fine chitons in exchange for rough huntress garments. Instead of attending to her duties as befitted her station, Aphrodite ran about in forests, hunting beasts! Letting her hair get tangled, her skin gain scratches, her fingers calluses, her feet blisters, and her peplos become stained and dirty! Just to please some mortal who should be delighted that a goddess was even looking at him.
Clio had seen the boy, her lord Apollon had enjoyed the boy for a season but even he managed to stay reasonable about the creature. Clio would admit that the boy was quite comely; she had functional eyes, and he had nothing in his face and body to be ashamed of—a curious fact, given that he was born of an unholy union between daughter and father. Clio had noted that the offspring were utterly unsightly when mortals bred too closely. Then again that distasteful union was not of the parent's own volition but incited by Aphrodite, so perhaps the boy's beauty was not such a surprise. It was most apt that Aphrodite would become enamored with the abomination she had helped create. Fallen victim to her weapon.
Clio thought back at how often gods far more reasonable than Aphrodite became so utterly silly about love. Clio had written excellent and exhaustive records on the phenomenon, but she needed help understanding why. She had taken more than a few lovers, godly and mortal but never was her reason and logic overcome by them. Once their physical charms wore off, Clio had no trouble ending the affair and returning to her routine, unbothered by lingering sentiments. Aphrodite was behaving a lot like her lord Apollon after that winged pest Eros had struck him with an arrow. And yet, it was due to a love god's power, and the arrow's effects wore off after a few centuries. While he still sang praises to Daphne and inspired art in her honor, it was fueled by remorse and wistful longings of what could have been. Apollon suffered a few infatuations, but they hardly ever lasted more than a few sunrises, and Apollon was never overcome with sentiment. He had been quite taken with Branchus, but that affair ended in three seasons; the boy was established as a priest and went on to marry. Apollo had blessed his bloodline without jealousy. Happy to see his pretty goatherd establish himself in the world.
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Feel the Burning Light by Dewy_Pink_Morning_Roses52
FanficWhen Hyacinthus died, Apollo grieved the loss of the love of his life. He asked Hades to return his love to him but was denied. Less than a century after the disc struck, Hyacinthus of Sparta was reborn as Icarus of Crete. Once more, he loved and wa...
