Warnings I ignored

My father spoke of dangers. Of raging steeds and dreadful beasts waiting among the constellations, of forces powerful enough to humble even Jupiter himself. He pleaded with fear trembling in his voice, eyes clouded with dread. Yet I listened only to the prideful beating of my heart, convinced he spoke from old-age caution, mistaking youth for weakness. Why should I, who bears Apollo's blood, fear that which mortals dream to behold?

Phaethon goes to find his father Apollo, Ovid's Metamorphoses 18th Century English Edition