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The empty, hallow feeling had been
washing through him for weeks now.
He knew this was coming –
the grand finale, the end.
The gods had been slowly fading away
for the last few decades,
the mortals no longer having faith in them.
Naturally, the minor gods faded first,
yet when the Olympians began to disappear
it became only a matter of time before
he was going to vanish too.
He knew that when his sister had
finally faded, his time was coming too.
This sunrise was his most beautiful one to date;
this was the kind of sunrise that
dazzled and amazed the mortals with its
all-natural beauty.
This sunrise would be captured by photographers
and shared a few million times across the Internet,
so everyone could say they saw
the final drive of the sun chariot – not that they knew that.
Apollo could literally feel himself dissolving,
fizzling into his own light, his chariot evaporating beneath him.
Surprisingly, he was unafraid.
He had no idea what was to come,
where he was going.
What happened when an immortal faded away?
Was there an option for return?
Would he get to see Artemis again?
Their two fading forms were painting the pale blue skies with
lavender, which bled into a rosy pink before
becoming the burning embers of a dying fire,
a dying star.
A smile graced Apollo’s transparent face
as the sky was filled with one final
burst of golden, godly light
before Apollo left the mortal world
for that of the unknown.