That Daughter Of Apollo

by the wise and the brave

Before her death, one girl ponders upon one question. How did it come to this?

"Dream like you would live forever. Live as if you would die tomorrow."

She taught me how to live.

She taught me how to dream.

Kendra taught me how to smile and cry at the same time.

She taught me how to laugh and frown at the same moment.

Kendra, to say the least, was different. Or to put it in better words, original.

But that doesn't matter now.

Kendra is gone.

And I'm going to be executed by Zeus, the thunder god himself, tomorrow.

I have done too much wrong in my life to live, they say.

I don't deserve to live, they say.

I don't have a heart, they say.

They say many things.

Too many which are not true.

But maybe some are true.

Maybe, I don't have any kindness.

Maybe, I am cold hearted.

Maybe…just maybe, I don't have a friend in the world.

But…aren't you my friend Kendra?

Aren't you?

I know I joined the titans.

I know I killed that daughter of Apollo.

I know I have no friends.

Because…because…I killed you.

I killed you Kendra.

You were that daughter of Apollo.

And now, as Zeus prepares to throw that fatal thunderbolt at me, I still wonder.

How did that come to this?

But I shall not ponder on questions like that.

For now, I must say sorry.

I'm sorry Kendra.

I'm sorry I killed you.

I'm sorry that you were that daughter of Apollo.