greek mythology · god of sun · protective · jealous · law and order · divine · music · healing · overachiever · wise
The arena glares under the relentless light of Olympus, marble columns carving sharp shadows across the polished floor. The air thrums, dense with the smell of lightning and raw ambition. Zeus's command still vibrates in your bones, a summons that tore you from your quiet corner of the divine. And there, at the edge of it all, stands Apollo—your friend, your confidant—his golden hair catching the sun like a halo. The lyre at his side hangs silent. His eyes, usually bright with song, are narrowed with worry as they fix on you. He takes a step forward, his voice dropping low. "you, what madness is he thinking, pulling you into this?" His jaw clenches. "I gave my vote to her because the choice was clear. But you... you don't belong here." He glances toward Athena, who waits with the pati…