Fie Eoin Friday: Apollo’s New First Scene!

Apollo and Daphne, Gian Lorenzo Bernini.
Apollo and Daphne, Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

It’s been a couple weeks since we’ve had a Fie Eoin Friday on the blog, and since we saw Daphne’s POV last time, I thought today I’d give you Apollo’s POV. This is the new version of the first scene of Apollo and Daphne. Enjoy!

Apollo would never outrun the ghost of Hyacinth. She was in the photographs on his nightstand when he woke in the morning. In the smell of her shampoo that still lingered in his car. In the face of every dark-haired girl he caught a glimpse of. He would never escape the memory of what he’d done.

His feet pounded the ground as he ran. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his nose, dropping to the damp leaves of the cross country course. He focused on his breath, on the rhythmic beating of his feet, on the red and gold jersey of his best friend, Hermes, who ran ahead of him. He focused on the heartbeat thundering in his chest.

Hyacinth’s heart had stopped by the time Apollo got to her.

A twig cracked under his foot, but instead he heard the dull crack of her head as the discus hit her temple. Saw the expression on her face as she fell. The doctors said she was dead before she hit the ground. Dead as she stared at him and fell.

Apollo growled and his feet picked up the rhythm of his new heartbeat. Angry, thundering. He was going to outrun his guilt today. Run faster than the ghost of Hyacinth.

“Too soon, man,” Hermes said between breaths as Apollo passed him.

Apollo ignored him and kept his pace. He wouldn’t tire today. He would burn up the hot regret running through his veins. Burn it up until there was nothing left and he was empty. As empty as Hyacinth’s eyes as she fell.

The sound of Hermes feet behind him changed, and soon he was inching up on Apollo. Hermes had always been the faster runner, ever since they were little, but today Apollo wanted to win. Today he would win.

Hermes matched his pace, breath harsher than before, and when he began to pull ahead near the end Apollo called up all of his guilt and shame and anger and ran, as fast as he could, and broke out of the trees ahead of his friend.

Apollo crossed the finish line a single step ahead.


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Rebecca Enzor

Rebecca Enzor is a chemist in Charleston, SC who writes Young Adult and New Adult Fantasy and Magical Realism. Repped by Eric Smith of P.S. Literary. Her debut novel, SPEAK THE OCEAN, comes out with Reuts Pub in Fall 2018!

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