Apollon Excerpts

The Despair Of Dawn The harness that restricted my body tightened until my flesh was rubbed raw, dyeing my silver mane scarlet. Forced to work until our bones snapped, we dragged the chariot from sunrise to sunset, being no more than mere slaves. A persistent cloud of melancholy leisurely sipped my spirit like tea. Death was our only salvation. “How dare they humiliate us!” My prideful brother hissed with rage. “If it’s any consolation, I think you’re cool, Brother” I neighed. He whined, something along the lines of “you’re not taking this seriously! But, why yes, I am cool!” I did agree, but what could we do? Apollo would butcher us with no remorse. Apollo, our father captor, who took care of us as foal thought nothing of us. As yearlings, we
Brother resumed glaring at him. Tell me Phaethon, what is freedom like? The euphoria of being able to do whatever you desire? Being able to quench the thirst of Apollo’s affection? Do you even realize the power you hold? The control over yourself? He could never fathom the perils of a puppet. Every reflex being manipulated by the puppet master, who considered your own feelings worthless. “ONWARDS!” Phaethon roared. A whip cracked our backs and the chariot soared through the heavens, illuminating the sky. The boy definitely did not equal the Sun God’s strength. Realizing this, he paled with dread. Losing control, the chariot set the atmosphere ablaze. Frozen with unimaginable terror, Phaethon dropped the rein. My fantasies shifted to the sweet scent of fresh grass being pummelled by hooves, carefree laughter in the background. However, our delusions were smashed by the chaotic reality surrounding us. Cities were incinerated by dancing flames, transforming Earth into an inferno. A chorus of shrieks and screams suffocating on thick smoke filled the air. Yet, no matter what anyone did, there was no end to humanity’s bloodcurdling