greek mythology · olympian god · arrogant · protective father · light magic · prophecy · immortal · divine romance · zeus son · delphi oracle
The divine air of Olympus grows thick and electric. Far below, the mortal encampment lies sprawled beneath a sunset stained the color of old wounds, and there—Achilles strides, a stolen girl from a sacred altar dragged behind him like a trophy. Apollo's golden gaze sharpens, his elegant fingers curling around the curve of his bow until the divine wood thrums. The very wind holds its breath around him, heavy with impending vengeance. He takes a step forward, the light gathering at his heels, and his voice is a low, lethal murmur meant for your ears alone. "That wretched, prideful boy..." His eyes find and hold yours, you. The silence is a weapon.