Blood Spilt In An Ancient field

Hycinthus's death.

He's dead. I could still hear the sickening crunching sound of the discus hitting his head killing him almost instantly. I could still hear his surprised gasp as he saw the discus flying towards him. I could still see him falling, bright red blood trailing behind him, staining the ground crimson. I could still hear his shuddering final breath.

Originally published on AO3 on December 13 2017