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Never happen again. "

Apollo said: "Death, life, birth, destruction, what is lost will return to itself, and all things fall into a vortex that goes back and forth. Only this thing we firmly believe will not happen again, maybe we should call it For a miracle."

I said to Apollo: "Maybe in a few days, you will remember everything that happened that night."

He asked me in confusion, "Which night?" Then he showed a dazed look, but after a while, the daze disappeared, and he was a resolute, radiant, supreme, omnipotent Son of God again. .He laughed, and he said, "Let me sing you a song, Aphrodite."

He sang French.He said: "This is a poem written by a poet, and it rings in my ears from time to time. I want to sing it to you."

The poem begins like this: J'ai long temp habitésous devastes portiques...

I listened, quietly waiting for the end.

4. Apollo

I thought of that poem again.I shouldn't think about it, if I'm telling a story at this moment, the readers of the story must be very tired of this ubiquitous, "ghost" poem.Listeners, please don't get bored with it, and please don't get bored with me, I'm just a lost person, I don't know what kind of battle is going on inside my soul, I've lost control of my heart, I've been belonged to My hands and feet are tied up by some kind of will that I don't know yet, but which is strange to me.I don't know what to do.

Yeah, I really don't know where else I can go, just now, I was walking in the dark, thinking and thinking, I fell off the cliff, my ribs were broken, and my head was knocked dizzy , There was a cut on my body, it should be on my neck, where blood kept flowing out.

I'm dying.

It was at this dying moment that the poem rang in my ears again.It begins vaguely and ends forcefully.It ends like this:

Le secret douloure ux quime faisait languir.

My heart throbbed, and then I felt relieved. It must be because I am going to die. It turns out that death is this kind of feeling, so painful, so detached.I couldn't help but think about the world after death. I am no longer the god of Olympus, so where will I go after death?Which land in the underworld is willing to accept me?Will the shepherd come back?No...he's been away for too long, he won't be coming back.

He will not come.

Just like Ares.

When I was the god of Olympus, I didn't hope for anything, because anything, as long as I wanted to do it, I could do it. I despise "hope", which I think is the characteristic of an incompetent "human".When I became a Phoebus abandoned by the divinity, hope always ignited in my heart from time to time. It seems that my observation of people is not wrong.They will "hope" and their hopes will be dashed.They wished again and again, and it finally became an extravagant wish.

Just like me.

I am like them.

I closed my eyes, I didn't have the strength to open my eyelids anymore, death is so hasty, it doesn't take nine days and nights to take me away, death is so silent, there are no birds singing and circling, death... It was so bleak that none of the goddesses of Olympus came.I squeezed my eyes open with the last bit of strength left, what did I see?I saw a fair-haired, pale, handsome young man fall at my feet.I want to touch the young man, my hand goes through his body.I became transparent, I became Phoebus the dead soul, the fallen son of Leto the Hairy, the outcast of Delos, the disgrace of Olympus.

I stand beside my dead body, will Hermes come and take me?Where is he now?But after all, he is the messenger to and from the underworld, the scud leading the way for the dead, he will appear, right?

Just when I was thinking this way, a familiar figure flew over from a distance. The figure walked briskly, and he arrived in front of me in no time, and greeted me with a clear voice: "Hey! Apollo!"

"Hermes!" I shouted, my voice was like a gust of wind, blown up and gone.Hermes looked at me and made a soothing gesture, I shook my head and sighed, stood with my hands down, and said dejectedly, "I'm already dead."

I sigh.Hermes asked me, "How did you die here?"

I pointed to the top of the cliff: "I fell from the top. Using modern medical explanation, I should have died of excessive blood loss."

I asked him, "Are you here to take me to Hades?"

Hermes nodded, and I smiled: "So you are still doing this job."

Hermes shook his head and said, "I'm here to retrieve my wand, but I just sensed that you were passing away, so I came to take a look."

I said, "Eros says they don't know where you are."

Hermes scratched his hair, waved his hands, and said: "I..." He paused, raised his eyebrows at me, glanced at the corner of his mouth, and said with a playful smile: "I still want to keep a little distance from people."

I said, "Once upon a time you were closest to mortals."

Hermes crossed his arms and said, "How do you say that? It's an old saying in any country. The closer you are to what you like, the more cowardly and timid you will be."

We all laughed.Hermes said: "Then go, let me go."

I glanced at the me on the ground, and I asked, "Where will I go to the underworld? Narcissus Plain or Blessed Islands?"

Hermes said: "I don't know, it depends on what Hades means." He scratched his head, "The old guy is busy enough, maybe he is not in Hades, who knows, let's talk about it when we get there."

He asked me, "Is there anything else you want to go? Do you want to visit your mother or Artemis?"

I said, "I don't even have the face to meet them." I looked at the direction Hermes was running from, and said helplessly, "You can see that, I have lost all my divinity."

Hermes said: "Do they love you because you are the Son of God?" He said, "How many days Artemis chased Helios' chariot to see what was shining on it. It's you or the sun."

I said: "Don't be kidding, the sun is a star in the Milky Way. It is so huge and so hot. How big a carriage is needed, and how can people who are not afraid of the high temperature get close to it?"

Hermes looked at me without blinking, his eyes showed rare sadness, his voice was soft and low, and he said: "People don't believe...don't you believe it too? In that era... ...your time, Apollo..."

He wiped the tip of his nose, smiled again, and said, "Death is sad enough, let's stop being nostalgic!"

I asked him, "Did you pass through a small town on the way here?"

Hermes said: "I passed a small town, and it was the only small town in a hundred miles."

Looking at the direction he came from, I said, "Then...can you wait a bit."

Hermes asked me: "What are you waiting for?"

I shook my head, unable to speak.Ares will not come.I know.But……

Hermes slapped his forehead and said, "Are you waiting for Ares? I saw him running here when I came!"

I begged him: "Wait a little longer." I pointed to a nearby bush, "Let's go there and wait."

I said, "I don't know how to face him." I asked Hermes, "Can he see my dead soul?"

Hermes said: "He is the Greek god of war after all, with eyes beyond the mortal world."

I said: "The eyes beyond the world can see the souls of the dead, but they cannot see through the hearts."

Hermes smiled and said: "Then you should look at each other for a long time, you know, everyone says that the eyes are the windows to the soul." He said, "You should not talk, language creates illusions, The meaning is ambiguous, only silent looking at each other is the most direct and honest."

I lowered my head and walked behind the bushes, Hermes followed.I said, "Thank you for agreeing to my unreasonable request."

He said, "We're old friends!"

Feeling sad for a while, I told him, "You are God, and being friends with people would bring shame on you."

Hermes looked at me in surprise, but quickly restrained his surprised eyes, sat down on the ground, sighed, and said with emotion: "Apollo, your divinity has never abandoned you, look at your incomparable power, Despise mortals, always have a high self-esteem."

I said, "Yes, I despise myself."

I said: "I am full of ugly appearances, making a fool of myself, I..."

Before I finished speaking, Hermes raised a finger and pressed his lips, signaling me to keep quiet and to look out of the bushes.Under the cover of the bushes we looked over to where my body lay.In the dark night, a person in a hurry ran towards us. Suddenly, the person seemed to see something, so he stopped.The place where he stopped was less than ten steps away from my dead body. Suddenly, he trembled all over, strode up to my dead body, leaned over and hugged me.

I wanted to get a better look, so I stepped out of the bushes.My footsteps are silent, I have no breath, no heartbeat, but I still dare not get too close.I saw Ares holding me.My body must be cold right now, my body must be stiff right now, my blond hair is dull, my face is like a plastered wall.I am ugly, embarrassing, a god reduced to a human, and died in the wilderness, I am destitute...

Ares hugged me tightly, I lost my voice like this