It was only at the break of dawn when Leodocus first opened his tired eyes. The only thing he could register was gentle light coming in from the ceiling in his bedroom skylight. It reminded him of being back home and with it came the unwanted memories of the past.
Back in Mount Olympus, he had chosen one of the highest points in the palace because he liked to be able to feel the sun on his face first thing when he woke up and look to the stars last thing before he closed his eyes to sleep. Only as he grew older and more complex he would look to the sky whether it was day or night for any kind of guidance. They were his constant companions for whenever he was too deep into thought and this moment was no exception.
He had failed.
