#what if Bellerophon did reach Mount Olympus?

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Stages - Chapter 8 - Guardian Angel

A fifteen year old Apple had it. 

She was done having questions unanswered. 

How come most girls at school she knew had their mothers around them, but she couldn’t have her own mother around? 

She was the most beautiful girl at her school campus. She and her father were models. Wasn’t she beautiful enough to keep her mother around? 

Other mothers were nurses, waitresses, basically ordinary jobs. Her mother was a Goddess from Mount Olympus. 

No one like Apple had to know that Greek Gods existed and that she was a descendant of Narcissus and Bellerophon. 

“You think I wanted this?” fumed Apple. “A mother that isn’t around all the time and only visits me once a month. Who wants that?” 

Silence. Tears rolled down Apple’s face. “So, you don’t love me?” 

Ever since she was around six years old, she always thought she did something wrong to make her mother only visit once a month. 

Her father told her that her mother died as a teenager, but the Olympian Gods made her into a Goddess as a reward. The Olympians couldn’t directly interfere in mortal affairs, despite the fact that Apple was a demigoddess. 

Apple didn’t care about mortal affairs. It still took her away from Belle. 

Belle reached out to her daughter. “Sweetie, I know it’s been hard for you all your life. Your father and I tried our best to make it work.” 

“I wanted you, too. To build a life with your father. To have a home where you are in it.” 

The teenager’s forehead smoothed over, no longer having a scowl. 

Belle continued. “No matter how hard I tried with the other Gods for me to see you… I couldn’t.” 

The Goddess embraced her daughter. “I loved you your whole life, darling. You and your father.”

She wrapped her arms around her mother. 

All the jealously she had of other girls having a mother; Belle not being there at her magazine cover parties, horse jumping competitions, and school plays; all that time being angry at her just went away. 

Apple didn’t do anything wrong. It was what it was. Being an Olympian Goddess, she couldn’t interfere in mortal affairs. No matter how much Belle wanted to be with Apple. 

Suppose her father was in as much pain as well, not seeing the love of his life. He did lose Belle about the same age Apple was. 

The Goddess’s hand went through her hair as tears rolled down Apple’s face. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for what I said.” 

“I’m so proud of you.” 

[lyculuscaelus]

Still imagining Sirens’ song as a song that tells all one knows on Earth, and all one needs to know.

It tells everything you desire to know. All the knowledge, all the stories, are compiled into one song. That’s exactly what makes the song beautiful.

It tells dangerous truth, the allure of which nobody can escape. It shows a truth that is so fundamental and so beautiful, a truth that one wishes to grasp even when it means to risk their all, a truth that is worth dying for.

They know it’s the truth, because of the melody.

It is dangerous because that all who have heard it, know.

They know too much, and they themselves become dangerous. They now hold secrets that shall not be conversed about with others. And the knowledge itself has changed them. They won’t live a normal life the same as it once was, for their mind has been opened. Gods are only granting them mercy by permitting them to be allured to death.

Orpheus knew the consequences. So he interfered it with his lyre, overlaying the song with mythical tones. And the truth remained safely hidden.

Until that man came.