Hi thank you for reading! Fair warning this story will be a slow burner and slow between updates but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters and original plots belong to me. Credits to J.K. Rowling and the legendary poet Homer.
PROLOGUE
Perseus sat upon the battlements and looked out to the majestic city that had been his home for twenty summers. The weather was beautiful and all would be right in the world; if it weren't for the war.
The meaningless war had been going on for the past nine years, against the Achaeans no less. He was growing sick of the long battles and the many friends he had lost outside the city walls. This war all started because his thrice-damned brother Paris had stolen the King's wife. Now, it was not said that he hated his brother, but the amount of violence that could have been avoided was immense.
"Now what is it that is on your mind," a voice startled Perseus out of his reverie. He turned to spot the joyful face of the most handsome of immortal beings.
"Absolutely nothing, don't worry about it," he replied. Apollo always made him feel better; made him forget the long and arduous days of war and let him think of the time that he would be able to spend with his lover. "What brings you to the city of Troy today, my lord?"
Apollo just smiled at him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Why to see you of course, what other reason could I possibly need to come?" He said, placing his chin on Perseus' shoulder.
Perseus just rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I don't know…" he replied tilting his face to stare at the sun god. "You know, hmmm…. Maybe the war?" The reply was as sarcastic as it could possibly be. Apollo just replied with a chuckle.
"Ah, of course, the war. Now that is just a bothersome detail,"
Now for Apollo this was true. He was a god, he had already experienced millennia of existence and was sure to be around for much longer. This short span of nine years seemed like a blink of an eye. Things just past and had no consequence on him. This is, except for Perseus. Perseus was something new and irremovable. He had touched Apollo's heart in a way that no other mortal had ever done before. From the moment Apollo laid eyes on him, as he was practicing and training for the war, he knew that this boy would be special. Back then Perseus had been just a mere 15 summers and the five years that followed were some of the brightest and the best that Apollo had lived through. He had felt truly alive and happy, and wanted nothing more than to let go of everything but Perseus.
On the other hand, to Perseus it felt as if this war was never going to end. Almost half of his life had been in this war, and he was the youngest soldier to set foot on the battlefield. Being one of the Princes, he refused to sit in the palace and watch his many brothers fight. He could not do that and as soon as he could, he was out there as well, slaying Greeks in slews. Apollo had been a highlight in his short life, and had helped him make it through those few very difficult times, when brothers in arms had died, and the battles lost. He had been Apollo's lover for quite a long while and knew that he would savour every moment he could spend with the god.
The just sat in silence as the watched the sun rise over the white walls of Troy, both secretly hoping for peace, to finally live and love freely.