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Clio sees something no mother want to see.
Icarus grows closer to Apollo. Artemis explains herself.
How Will came to be
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The muse Clio, the goddess of History, loved no one as much as her one and only son. She had wished to raise him alone, but it was not to be. Her father, the mightly king of the gods, had decreed that no mortal might live on Olympus, and Clio had been forced to give up her heart's treasure. Thanks to support from Demeter, the muse obtained the right to visit her son often, but it was never enough. She was so busy with her duties a few times that she had to go for months without visiting her son. She never dared to shirk. Her father and stepmother would love the chance to strip Clio of her rights to her child. Hyacinthus, the sweet boy, always understood, even though he was sad.
She had to stay away for too long after her son's fifteenth birthday. Mainly because she had to have talks with her aunt Rhea and secure her support in case that horrid wind god tried to seize her son. Clio knew her father. Zeus would not bestir himself for a mortal. Not when the other party was a god. While another Olympian could influence him, the safest bet was Rhea. Zeus would do anything to keep his mother happy except stop cheating on his wife. If Clio had Rhea in her corner, Hyacinthus would be safe from unwanted godly suitors. After she felt that she had made good progress in endearing her aunt to her, Clio could visit her son. Hopefully, her darling child was not too upset with her long absence.
As it was her habit, the muse appeared directly in her son's quarters. Clio smiled as she looked at the familiar surroundings. She looked at the shelves filled with delightful pottery, scrolls of poetry and history, chests of clothing, and the tapestries and mosaics decorating her son's rooms. She frowned as she noticed items that had not been there before.
A new mosaic, depicting her son and also her lord Apollo hunting a boar. A tapestry, showing Hyacinthus in the underworld, facing Melinoe. Clio's eyes widened. What had gone in her son's life while she was absent? Her purple eyes noted other differences. A new large pithos showing the battle between Apollo and the Python and near it, a life-size statue of Apollo. This was turning into a theme, a theme that Clio very much did not like.
She had been absent from her son for months so she could secure support to keep one god away from him, and another took advantage of that absence. Apollo had always been disinterested when she spoke of her son, why was he inserting himself in Hyacinthus' life?
Confused and more than a little upsent, Clio burst into her son's bedroom to get answers.
The door creaked open. Clio, the muse of history, peered into the dimly lit room. Her eyes widened as they saw her son, Hyacinthus, asleep in his bed. But he was not alone. Beside him lay Apollo, the god of music and prophecy, his golden curls spilling over the pillow, his tanned, muscular arm draped over her son's waist.
A surge of fury welled up within Clio. She stormed into the room, her voice echoing through the silent halls.
"Apollo! What is the meaning of this?"
The two figures on the bed stirred. Hyacinthus woke up, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized his mother had discovered him in bed with his lover. Apollo, however, remained calm. He sat up, his eyes meeting Clio's with a serene gaze.
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Feel the Burning Light by Dewy_Pink_Morning_Roses52
FanfictionWhen 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...
