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Asclepius has trials and tribulations as he tries to learn more about his mortal father Hyacinthus.
Icarus and Nicodemos, the dynamic duo embark on another quest.
Percy wakes up to a big surprise
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As the sun rose on the sacred island of Delos, Apollo, the god of light, looked down at his son, Asclepius. The boy had just turned six and was the perfect blend of his parents - Apollo's golden hair and Hyacinthus' purple eyes and charming smile.
"Today is a special day, Asclepius," Apollo said, his voice echoing through the quiet morning as he guided Asclepius to eat his breakfast. Asclepius got a hug everytime he finished his vegetables.
"Today, we journey to Sparta."
Asclepius looked up at his father, his purple eyes wide with curiosity. Apollo rarely liked to speak of Sparta. He had taken wroth ever since Zeus had declined haing Asclepius recognized as the son of Hyacinthus, who had been the Crown Prince of Sparta. That would make Asclepius the rightful heir to the throne of Sparta, but Zeus had felt that given the circumstances of Asclepius's birth it would be too difficult and disruptive for the mortals.
"Why, father?" he asked.
Apollo smiled, but his golden eyes were pained and sad. He ruffled his son's golden hair.
"To honor your mortal father, Prince Hyacinthus. Every spring, the people of Sparta hold a festival in his honor, the Hyacinthia."
Asclepius' eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Will they like me, father?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Apollo knelt down, meeting his son's gaze. "They will love you, Asclepius. Just as I do. Just as Hyacinthus would have loved you had he gotten the chance to meet you"
With that, father and son embarked on their journey to Sparta. Asclepius was filled with a sense of wonder and anticipation. This was his first time leaving Delos, and he was eager to learn about his heritage and the world beyond his home. Even if Zeus had decreed that Sparta would never be Asclepius', the boy wanted to learn anything he could about it. He dearly wished to feel connected to his mortal father. Whenever Apollo was away, Asclepius would spend his time watching the statues and murals of Hyacinthus all over the Delos palace. Every year Apollo seemed to add more, all made by his own hands.
As they arrived in Sparta, the city was alive with the joyous sounds of the Hyacinthia festival. Apollo and Asclepius were welcomed with open arms. Asclepius, with his golden hair and purple eyes, was the center of attention.
Throughout the day, Asclepius learned about his mortal father, his heroic deeds, and his tragic end. He felt a connection to Hyacinthus, a bond that transcended time and death. As the festival came to a close, Asclepius felt a sense of fulfillment. He had honored his mortal father and embraced his heritage.
As they were leaving the festival, they saw two young women standing by the woods. One was Artemis, goddess of the hunt, and Apollo's twin sister. The other was Princess Polyboea of Sparta, an immortalized companion of Artemis and the younger sister of Prince Hyacinthus.
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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...
