Apollo, the ever radiant god of the sun, Son of Zeus, Twin of Artemis, and many things, was walking through a forest, before coming across a person, riding a black steed, splashing through a deep river.

With floor length Raven black that was getting wet from the lake and covering their chest and naked with only a black loincloth made of pearls around their waist, the black steed was bare, no tack, the being onto holding the steeds mane as they swam through the lake.

The person didn’t notice Apollo as the steed galloped, splashing water upward and raining down once again, Apollo was so captivated that he didn’t realise he was staring and almost drooling. The person soon got on land, the black stallions hooves hitting the ground before rearing and neighing.

The person bent their knees and pulled their legs further up as they noticed Apollo, their eyes sharp and cold as the wind blew harder, making ripples in the water and trees screech and sway with sharp movements.

Apollo swallowed before grinning and walking towards the person, whom narrowed their eyes and clutched their steeds mane, that turned to look at Apollo, revealing it had pitch black eyes.