The Return of Saturn: The Departure of Apollo

Saturn returned to me this weekend.

I knew he was coming; I'd seen the warning signs, tasted the blood on the wind, but it was culfinglin who calculated his exact arrival: Sunday night.

Right about the time that I was standing outside Apollo's house, watching tears well up in his eyes.

Cronus is not known for his subtlety.

There have been endings before of course, and they have been followed inevitably by more beginnings. This one was different.

I walked knowingly into a trap, ready to fight, but when I comprehended the full scope of the betrayal and dysfunction, I chose instead to withdraw. Had I stayed and engaged the annihilation would have been complete, but the victory hardly seemed worth the effort of the fight.

Apollo followed me to my car in silence. When he did finally speak it was obvious that even he didn't believe the words falling from his lips. When I asked him if he understood the magnitude of the choice he'd made, he responded that it was epic. I told him that I hoped he could live with it because he would never see me again.

When I looked in my rearview mirror, I could see the tears glistening on his cheeks.

Tragically, there was no nobility in The End; mighty Apollo was brought low by the one thing to which I thought he'd never fall: a cliche.

Comments

[Chana]

A poignant summary. All great tales have tragedy in them; now it's time to move on to the next chapter. You're a great heroine and I love seeing you shine in your story, so let's see what adventures await!