Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands, England
The harmonious sound of a lyre reached my particularity sensitive ears, and I scowled as I realised my pest of a brother had followed me to my place of freedom, freedom from the men who harass me and the nymphs who worship me. I took one last look upon the bright, luminous moon, and swiftly jumped from the branch which I regularly sat upon.
I sat, sobbing quietly, on the branch that I had heard my brother from so many hours ago. The sun’s scorching rays made it impossible to return home, and my mind made it impossible to move. I felt numb, unable to do anything but cry for my lost twin. His lyre lay beside me; I was connected to it through his usage. It had all been my fault. If I hadn’t run off then he wouldn’t have followed. If I hadn’t yelled at him then he would not have dropped the lyre out of fright and he would have had it to guard him. I felt like screaming to the heavens but I had to control myself. My untamed temper was boiling and me head was pounding with guilt as I stood, shaking, on the misty ground. If only the moonlight was there, I wouldn’t have thought twice about hunting down the cold blooded killer for revenge. The forest appeared to be mourning alongside me, and attempted to cool me down as I pleaded my weak legs to keep moving, so I could reach the home of my Mother. A twig snapped. I knew there and then, that the source of that small noise had killed my brother I knew that it was here to kill me. At this moment, I smiled. Why? That is the question that you will probably be thinking to yourself right now. I dropped the lyre down beside me. The sky darkened as it knew what I was about to do. The terrible roaring of thunder filled the forest, and a swift flash of lightning struck down the tree which I had so recently sat on. The predator that had killed Apollo revealed himself, yet I held my nerve. The lion sensed how calm I was and was angered by the fact that he was not able to force fear upon me. His magnificent roar filled the air just as the thunder had done, yet this time even man could hear it from so far away. I was glad of this. Maybe they will stop and think for a second when they are about to commit an act of murder or treason. I jumped toward the lion, and felt only a split second of searing pain before I fell to the ground, the warmth leaving my body. I watched the forest grow fainter and fainter as I was pulled closer and closer toward nothingness. Gods could not die, we could only be transported. My sacrifice meant that the closest person to me was given a second chance at life. Apollo bent down and kissed my forehead for the last time, before I was pulled away from my life, and entered the world beyond...
Apollo lifted Artemis’ corpse from the floor. His sister had made the ultimate sacrifice for him. She had given up her immortality to save him, despite the fact that it was his entire fault. Apollo himself had angered the spirits of the forest, and the lion was sent to take him when the time was right. He hated himself, yet he knew that he should respect his sister’s wishes. She wanted him to live, and now he would respect that. However, never again could he bring himself to enter the forest where it all ended. He muttered something to her everyday when he woke up. It almost killed him that she would never reply.