Apollo: A Fictional Narrative

This is not what Apollo deserves, he deserves worse. Who would dare to disrespect my enchanting arrows? Sloppily I drew the beaming arrow, trying to guess how amusing watching Apollo breaking his own heart would truly be. This was the revenge I was searching for, something to crush him with pain. I envied everyone that had ever caused in pain, finally it was my turn. But the arrow slipped too quickly, without thought, immediately forcing me to regret my foolish actions. I remorsefully watched a loving man bow to a women shaken in fear, waiting till their chase faded into the sun. Overcome with emotion again? What else is? I guess old habits do die hard. I trailed back to the river and couldn't remove my eyes from the water. Regret. Regret. Regret. Zeus slowly pulled the sun across the sky once more, darked the unidentifiable morphed reflection. Splashes of water interrupted my craving for forgiveness, they rapidly turned into a full body awakening storm. The dark clouds closed around my timid structure. …show more content…
Wishing for my poor Apollo to fall into a fabricated love with a stranger who did not want him? Too far this time Cupid.” The ubiquitous voice of Zeus shook every tree and every flower within fifty miles. I felt the rain begin to lift, searching for hope I managed to reply. “Zeus you know I can't help this, my emotions take control. Im truly sorry, never again.” He did not want this reply, the storms roared once again. “Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself? You now must suffer alongside my son,” overcome with angry Zeus struck down again, “One hundred years in the underworld, no