Myth Retold

Here it is, the finalization of my myth. Hopefully throughout my posts you have gained a deeper understanding of what I had experienced that fateful day.

One day, my brother Apollo and I were walking along the coast of the ocean. The day seemed to be going off without a hitch. The air was filled with the smell of salt and that almost bitter fishy scent you acquire from the ocean. It was more comforting that bothersome though. For me, being in touch with nature and all of it's elements became a place of pure serenity. So that day was perfect in my opinion. My mind was was tranquil, however,  Apollo's mind was fogged by the thought of my affection for Orion. Orion is a giant huntsman and quite a charming one at that. In the beginning we were just hunting partners but things started to heat up and we became distinctly more than just that. They say jealousy can drive one to the grave. In this case, jealousy fused with beguile, was indeed the bane of my dear Orion. Despite my strong beliefs in a woman's independence, I fell hopelessly in love with Orion. Call it lust or love, it may have been too soon to know, but he had all my time and affection. Knowing of this affair drowned Apollo in envy. On that day Apollo noticed a figure upon the horizon of the ocean and examined it to be Orion swimming. He dared to engaging in a little brother-sister rivalry and he bet that I couldn't hit the object that was most likely miles away. I smirked at the fact he would even question my incredible aim. I called him on his bet and raised my bow from my side. As I gained my footing, drew back my bow, and slowed my breath, I aimed slightly above the top of my target. As I mentioned earlier, conditions were perfect. Apollo stood over my shoulder almost taunting me and my abilities. I took no mind to this and in one fluid motion I took a deep breath and released the arrow. You could almost hear it cut the air as it flew from where we stood. We waited and watched the arrow reach the distant object. Then it happened, the object jerked slightly and continued to float upon the water. In that moment, after distinguishing the object, I realized it was my beloved Orion. All I could do was stand. My mind, once vacant, became a vulnerable to every dreadful thought ever imagined. My world, shattered and my love, dead. Orion was dead and the blood was on my hands. One in my position can only grieve. I had lost my only exception to independence. However, I quickly realized that this foolishness was not my fault. I turned to Apollo who heedlessly carried on down the shore and I became engulfed in rage. My own brother had betrayed me and tricked me into killing my only love. I could not leave Orion just floating upon the seas though. I sent his lifeless body among the sky to be preserved as stars and to be admired by all. Apollo had gotten his way but my anger soon subsided. It seems almost unforgivable though. Orion was gone and Apollo had gained nothing. I continued my life as an independent woman. Well, I had a few flings with Gods here and there but not one ever compared to the passion I had experienced with my beloved Orion. So there it is, my myth retold. That day still haunts me but all I can do is grieve over my love who now resides among the constellations.