Orb of the Protogenoi

Bonus: The Song of My People

A/N: This is written in Hephaestus' POV. We shall see what has happened to him after leaving the boys.

Warning: Mentions of attempted suicide, depression, and angst!

Angst Everywhere!

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Ugly

He is ugly.

I heard those words from one of the gods a long time ago. I repeated them in my head as I ran through the pouring rain. I did not know where to go. I just let my feet guide to wherever it took me. It was cold, but then again, it was always cold, from the time I was born.

As I ran, my foot must have caught on something for I stumbled to the ground. My face landed on a puddle, and I lifted my head to see a blurry reflection. I watched the ripples as the rain kept on hitting the surface. I can't see my face clearly, but I didn't mind. I never wanted to see my face anyways.

I always hid it under a hood, that ugly face.

I stood up and started to walk. I was about to wipe my face when I stopped myself; there was nothing to remove. It will always be there.

For a while, I walked, until I decided to look at my surroundings. I must be at the heart of the city. Bright lights blinded me as the humans passed by, like no one was there.

Like I wasn't there at all.

I went with the crowd, and then I stopped and turned my head to the right to watch a show on the T.V. of some electronic store. It was showing a movie, and most of the characters are attractive. I looked at the other ones. Beauty. That's all it showed, except for one. It was an old model T.V. with an eighty percent discount tag warped around it, and it was showing one of those black and white movies.

I turned around and looked at the humans that caught my eyes. In this world, there are those who believe that there are different beings. The popular and the unpopular. The accepted, and the rejected. There are the wanted, and the unwanted. Some considered this world beautiful like a blooming flower in spring, while others, ugly, like the time a flower wilts.

But I believe…we live in a beautiful and ugly world.

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Lame

You are lame.

I thought to myself, as I stood with the humans who were waiting for the "walk" sign to light up. One of the nymphs said that to me, and I was just minding my own business. Dozens of cars passed by us, and I only noticed they have stopped coming when the humans with me were already halfway across the street. I started to cross, and then I stopped in the middle. I looked up, the rain just kept pouring.