art by “gigi,” found on pinterest: www.pinterest.com/pin/19984792092515759/

Hyacinthus woke up laying face up in the grass, staring up groggily at the blue-gray sky. Dark clouds shrouded the sun from view, which seemed to be glowing fainter than usual. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in the side of his head, and…Apollo. Hyacinthus suddenly sat up. He stood, though his legs felt awfully weak. He could hear weeping, but he couldn’t see a source. Hyacinthus steadily walked toward the sound, still feeling delirious. Memories were slowly coming back to him.