Chapter 2

It had been millennia since the death of Leucothea, but still she haunted Apollo. The first time he had found her again it had been almost 50 years after her death. He had been banished to Troy as a mortal, as a punishment.

He found Leucothea as a priestess in a small temple dedicated to himself. He had stunned so see her. She looked exactly the same, her long raven black hair, the startlingly green eyes, the red kissable lips, the moonlight pale skin, and the luscious body that he wanted to lose himself in. But he could tell that this was no the Leucothea he knew, she had been reborn and had a new name.

Apollo was equally confused and elated by this. He knew that she was no hero and should not have been reborn, but at that moment he didn't care.

It took him only a week to seduce her, while she couldn't remember him her soul could. The three weeks that he had with her were the happiest that he had in 50 years, but it was too good to last.

A Greek army took the Trojan beach and ransacked his temple. The priest were killed, and the priestess were taken to be used. He managed to sneak into the Greek encampment only to find Leucothea's body that had been brutally ravaged. Her wrists were slit and a small knife was in her left hand, she had taken her own life after they had destroyed her body.

Apollo once again was lost to grief.

This continued for millennia. He would only find her then she would be savagely ripped away from him again. No matter what he tried she always died, and eventually he just stopped looking for her because to was too painful. That didn't mean that he never found her anyways.

Most lives he found her he would just watch over her for the short time she had left before she once again died. The longest that he had managed to keep her alive after he found he was a month. And during that month he kept her hostage and away from anything that might take her from him, but in the end it was her weak heart that took her.

Every time she died Apollo would fall into a depression that Artemis had to pull him out of. Then he would have several good years, finding new lovers, doing his godly duties, and exploring new forms of art. But eventually he would stumble upon Leucothea, and even though he knew that she would leave him again, he still loved her too much not to try.

Apollo wasn't sure which one of them was cursed, it could be that they were both curse in a way. Leucothea could never find peace in life nor death, and Apollo was cursed to never have his love.

Apollo watched as his beloved as she fought. He had found her living in a tent with two others about two weeks ago. Their camp site was no too far from where the Huntresses had sent up camp, they had had reports of giants in Scotland and had come to hunt.

Apollo stayed invisible and just watched his love. It seems that in this life that she was one of Hecate's Blessed, and her people seemed to be in the middle of a civil war.

Apollo watched as his beloved walked to her death. She was going to sacrifice herself to save her people. He watched as she walking to the enemies camp, to face off the man now snake creature that had killed her parents. He watched with sorrow as the jet of green light hit her chest killing her instantly. As much as he wanted to interfere he knew that preventing her death when it came only led to a much more horrific and painful death. At least he could say that this was a painless death.

Apollo left as soon as her body hit the ground. As much of a masochist as he seemed to have become it still hurt as much as the first time.

Apollo went back to his sister's camp to lick his wounded heart. The Huntresses who were used to seeing in a state that they just cleared out of his way when he arrived.

Artemis only had to take one look at him to figure out what had happened.

Artemis had tried to figure out why and how this had happened but there had never been something like this before. She knew not of any god that would do this, and there seemed to be no reason for it.

She had gone to the Fates to ask what was going on but they seemed to be as confused as she. They told her that Leucothea was never supposed to die, she had been fated to ascend to godhood, and marry Apollo, but something tried to stop this. Fate tried to correct itself but whatever caused her death seemed to be continually killing her over and over again.

Artemis just hoped that this would end before her brother faded. She was sure that he would have been able to get over it if Leucothea had only died and had stayed dead, but know she was a wrath that haunted her brother. Always giving him hope before crushing it.

She watched as Apollo collapsed on her couch then pull out a bottle of wine from the cabinet. She knew that he would get raging drunk before going and sleeping his way though some city. After he sobered up he would be so disgusted with himself that he would retreat to their mother's island. It would take at least a year before he was back to his sunny self, even if that was only a mask that he used to cover the pain.

Artemis just sighed and silently prayed for her brother's sanity.