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FICTION Apollo realized his mistake, and felt a pang of
60 The Official SMITE Magazine Issue #20 grief in his own stalwart heart. He had never asked for
this, never hoped for this. Why was this his future?
“Thank you,” Nu Wa said, sniffling her tears
away. “we miss him dearly, but he was such a
strong little warrior. He had so much potential.”
“Bye!” Ymir said.
Apollo slowly turned on the spot, first to his
ghostly companion, and then to the mounted wall
at the front of the audience, for audience was
what it truly was--a group of curious onlookers,
nothing more. And with a growing suspicion he
approached the huge tablet embedded in the earth.
“Spirit,” he said weakly, “answer me.
Whose tomb is this? What figure is emblazoned
for all to see upon this edifice?”
But once more, no answer came. Apollo
approached the monument himself, and saw,
etched into it, his avatar, his chosen icon for
decades of work. And finally, carved into the stone
so real he could almost touch it, his name.
“Is it too late, spirit? Am I too late to change
my ways?” he asked miserably. “Is this my
fate?” he turned and recoiled in surprise, for
the giant blade was levelled once more. Tears
streamed from his face easily, but the chill he felt
at the end of her blade outweighed his grief.
As he watched, the Ghost of Christmas Yet
to Come reached up and raised its--raised her
mask, high enough to reveal her bare mouth and
her mouth alone. Blind and burning with mercy,
Nemesis stabbed for his heart and pierced it
true, jerking him awake once more from his
sleep, to the cold comfort of his own bed.
“Was it a dream?!” he said suddenly,
gasping for breath, the pounding of his heart
punctuating every word. “Am I too late?”
Apollo stood and rushed to the window,
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