God Of Sun

Everything I went through was free. More precisely a waste of unimportant time. The days I spent was no different than the days before. For 4630 years, I have traveled the universe in the chariot of my glorious sun. During that time, I went through a lot of things. Some of them are unimportant, namely war, the Great Plague that destroyed half of the human population, war, and the progress of civilization. None of this can be controlled by even the Gods. It is a man who keeps it all going, in the sense that it is like a gear wheel in a machine. It is the continuity that drives the universe.

For thousands of years, I have seen changes in human characteristics. The mortal has changed a little better than before from being uncivilized, repulsive, and war – only to plundering opponents loot. Although there are still many defects here and there, it is better than in earlier times.

Unfortunately, until this moment, I could not find his whereabouts at all.

I love someone so much that it feels like my whole body is tied to a chain of heat every thought. A mortal man capable of vibrating every inch of my body. Make my life much more beautiful and not boring. Every second I've spent with him has been fun. He was a mortal man who was able to make me sit while amazed when he saw him play discus throwing. The bright smile that looked at me will never be forgotten.

That mortal man can make a God like me lose his mind. Maybe this sounds crazy. Gods can fall in love with humans. But it does happen. And perhaps, I am The Only God who is so carried away by feelings that I cannot forget his love that has fallen to the present.

I have spent thousands of years performing the duties of the Sun God, carrying my golden chariot around the galaxy, while still hoping that at one time I can find my beloved again. Even though my reasoning says, there is no way that person will be able to incarnate again. Know what? I turned it into a plant.

Hyacinth. I planted the purplish flowers near the altar of my God. Its distinctive aroma greets me every time I return from the service of circling the universe. As if to say 'Welcome, I miss you.' In those moments, I spent contemplating while sipping nectar.

My fate as a God. Unlike other Gods, they had a husband or wife who accompanied them every day. Although most of them were forced or under the influence of magic, it didn't matter because at least they were together.

While I was Single-Gods were sacred beings who could not lose their virginity, even if they had offspring-lived alone in my magnificent Sun Palace. Only in the company of flower pots Hyacinthus.

Even though I wanted to, I still couldn't turn back the time I had missed. Being a God doesn't mean you can control the world completely. Many powerful particles can move on their own, including time. I have no authority over time nor any other Gods.

The Golden Gate opened automatically, allowing me to go inside as the house owner. As soon as I entered, I was immediately greeted by the scent of hyacinth flowers that filled every part of the palace. My chest was as tight as it was cut open by the lightning rod of my father, King of the Gods, The Great Jupiter.

My body always reacts like this every time it smells of Hyacinth. How not? The memory of the man flashed endlessly like a fountain. My knees felt weak. I could not walk and finally sat down on the shiny gold plate. The reflection of my sad face seemed to make fun of my indecency as a God.

"Well, you're still taking care of this flower."

A familiar woman's voice greeted my hearing, instantly looked up to look at her.

"Diana ... "

The figure of the woman with reddish curls bowed her body right in front of the Hyacinth flower. Her hand outstretched about to touch the plant, my body reflex Rose and then pulled my bow towards her.

"What are you doing here, my beloved sister?"

Diana smiled at me without following her eyes. As if her lips and eyes had different thoughts. She also stood up and looked right into my eyes. "What are you thinking? Of course visited my twin brother, Apollo who languished in his magnificent palace."

"Get out of there before I pull my bow."

Diana chuckled. "Oh My, did you just worry that I would ruin your lovers?"

"I'm serious Diana. Stay away from it."

Diana's smile disappeared, replaced with a cold, flat expression. That was Diana's natural face, not as warm as women in general. As the goddess of the hunt, she had indeed pledged herself not to hesitate to punish her enemies. She often showed that expression as a form of her strength. Her face, I believe, was naturally derived from our father, the Jupiter.

Although we are twins, our faces and attitudes are quite different. As the God of music, I am fond of everything in the entire universe, including its inhabitants. It's not a big head, but no creature in this world can resist my charm. I've had a lot of romantic travel with women and men. It doesn't matter to the Gods.

Diana (Artemis) vows not to engage in romantic relationships with Gods and mortals. Until now, I still don't know what the purpose of doing that is. Despite her devotion as the goddess of the hunt, I'm sure there's something else. But what is certain is that she is the number one person who mocks me the most about love matters because you can say that the whole story of my love does not end beautifully.

Her coming to my place was more or less a scoff at my former lover, who turned into a hyacinth flower.

"You know that it's pointless for me to spoil your beloved—"

I closed my eyes tightly. Being the God of prophecy didn't necessarily make me feel proud because I knew what Diana would say next.

"You killed him yourself."

"I didn't kill him!"

I pulled the bowstring until it tightened. I was very serious when I pointed the arrow at Diana.

"Oh ... You're still hiding behind your haughty nature."

Diana chuckled again, then turned into laughter. My entire palace trembled so loud the sound of Diana's laughter.

"It's really typical of Apollo the arrogant Sun God."

I keep cringing. It doesn't matter what Diana says about me, even if it's the worst. Right now, the most important thing is to get her out of my palace, especially from that flower.

"I'm actually lazy to say this ... You're so stupid to advise."

"I don't need your advice. Get out of here." Then I added. "You know that I don't hesitate to let go of this bowstring."

Diana seemed tired of responding to me. No need for mind-reading skills. Her facial expression has explained everything.

"You have to stop taking care of your plants. Your selfishness has covered up common sense. It would help if you took a break once in a while. Just take a walk into the mortal world as possible."

Slowly my bow strings loosen as my focus weakens. Even so, I abstained from admitting the truth of Diana's advice. It is a kind of divine instinct that is not easy to trust anyone but himself. I know Diana well enough. Like siblings, we often get into unreasonable fights because of trivial matters. It could have caused one city to be affected because I misdirected the arrow that I had trailed with a deadly plague. Well, that's what I did once. And, therefore we are punished by Jupiter.

"Listen to me carefully. I'm sure you'll thank me later."

After saying so, her figure vanished from view and left only a golden glitter.

I lowered the bow after ensuring she was disappeared from my palace. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I immediately stepped closer to the hyacinth pot that Diana had almost touched. I look closely, from the end of the flower to the base of the stem. Fortunaly, nothing was broken.

"I miss you, my dear ... "

Whatever time has passed, I remain here in solitude with no end. Keep waiting despite knowing that there is only a dead end. Pluto once said that Hyacinthus would never incarnate. Love can blind even Gods.

This solitude is suffocating, not letting me breathe a little and leaving me in a tight space with no one to accompany me. It feels so torturous that you know. I spent thousands of years with fresh memories as if they had happened just yesterday.

Time means nothing to me. They are just a count of numbers without meaning. It is just a reminder of the dwindling of our freedom in the world as a mortal. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those mortals.

I'm immortal.

And the pain is eternal. Eat up the embers of happiness in the chest. I wonder in silence, is this the punishment for all my sins?

Does God have Sin? It sounds ridiculous.

Even holy beings like us can make such a big mistake that the universe takes an essential part in punishing us. Karma remains true for us, and Destiny continues. Misery does not necessarily leave its creator.

Because I also took a lot of the top of losing my dear heart.

Many bestowed misery on them. Whether conscious or not, both are equally destructive, destroying slowly and quickly.

Just like Diana said, although her mouth is as sharp as the tip of the hot boy she bears, I have to admit what he said is a valid fact. A destiny for my life. I don't know what to call fate or bad karma. It's all about ambiguity.

How long do I have to live with an empty heart? Or should I take away the eternity in my soul? To be able to meet my beloved there?