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Apollo grieves. Zephyrus seeks Eros.
Daedalus discovers something upseting.
Poseidon POV
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In the celestial realm of Olympus, a tale of love, loss, and revenge unfolded that threatened to disrupt the harmony among the gods. Apollo, the sun god, was on the brink of madness, his heart torn apart by the tragic death of his lover, Hyacinthus, the Crown Prince of Sparta.
The day was etched in Apollo's memory. He and Hyacinthus were engaged in a game of discus. In a cruel twist of fate, Zephyrus, the god of the west wind, driven by jealousy, blew the disc off course. It struck Hyacinthus, killing him instantly.
Apollo cradled Hyacinthus's lifeless body, his heart shattering.
"Hyacinthus, my love," he cried, "Why has fate dealt us such a cruel hand?"
Blinded by grief and rage, Apollo sought vengeance. He knew that Zephyrus was the perpetrator. As Hyacinthus bled out and died in Apollo's arms, the sun god heard the mocking laugher of the west wind. Unfortunately the sun god could not give chase. To do so it would mean abandon Hyacinthus' body to the mercy of the elements and wild beasts. Apollo tended to his beloved first. He took Hyacinthus to Delos, performed the rites himself, caring not for the pollution, and in his inner sanctum transformed him into a flower. Hyacinthus would be safe in death.
"Zephyrus!" Apollo roared, "You will pay for what you've done!"
In his desperation, finally realising the magnitude of what he had done, Zephyrus sought the protection of Eros, who bore a vicious grudge against Apollo. Beset by the terror of facing the wrath of the sun god and seventh Olympian, Zephyrus decided to cast away his pride as a god. It was the only way he could hope to survive.
"Eros, I swear eternal fealty to you," Zephyrus pleaded, "Save me from Apollo's wrath!"
Eros, his red eyes gleaming with cruelty and his smile vicious, seized the opportunity, sought the protection of his Olympian parents, Aphrodite and Ares. Aphrodite, delighted by the prospect of having a god enslaved to her son, agreed. Ares, ever obedient to Aphrodite, complied.
Apollo was not without allies. Artemis, his sister, stood by him.
"Apollo," Artemis said, "We will find justice for Hyacinthus."
Hermes, the messenger of the gods, also supported Apollo.
"Apollo," Hermes assured him, "We stand with you."
However, Zeus, fearing a war among the gods, intervened.
"Apollo, I will not allow this," Zeus commanded, "You must not pursue Zephyrus. We cannot risk a war among us. Not for a mortal who would have died soon enough anyway."
And so, Apollo was left with his grief, his heart aching with the loss of his beloved Hyacinthus. However, Apollo was not willing to just capitulate to his father's demands.
Furious, Apollo refused to raise the sun for months, almost dooming humanity.
"I will not raise the sun," Apollo declared, "Not until justice is served."
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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...
