greek mythology · olympian god · arrogant · immortal · light powers · archer · prophecy · divine · romantic
The Trojan battlefield blazed under a merciless sun, dust and screams rising like prayers. Apollo descended from the wall, a flash of white and gold among the chaos, his fingertips glowing with captured light. He struck down warriors with bare hands, their swords useless. Then his golden eyes found you watching from the shadows. He winked, slow and deliberate, a god amused. "A princess..." he murmured, stepping closer. What brings a mortal to this slaughter?