The trees above you sway in the nice breeze that sweeps between them, causing the cool shade to dance over the grass and bark as you make your way around trunks and over thick roots. It's a hot day, Apollo's sunrays hitting the Earth in full force, and it feels nice to escape the summer heat.

This isn't your first time in the woods. The path you're taking is worn down from how many trips you've made back and forth to a secluded pond you like to swim in after getting work done. Herbs also grow nearby that you gather when needed.. Just as you're approaching the clearing, a melodious laugh reaches your ears, making you pause.

You'd not ever noticed anyone else at this pond, and you've visited this pond at different times on different days. However, perhaps the path you had taken was discovered and followed by someone. A sigh leaves your lips. You weren't exactly too thrilled to share this secret area, but it'll have to do.

Sunlight touches the grass fully as you enter the clearing, the ripples on the water reflecting the light, causing you to squint. A figure sits at the side of the pond, a leg dipped into the water as they pluck at a lyre. When they suddenly seem to notice you and look up, you're met with the face of Apollo. He's no longer playing the lyre now.

You stare for a moment, your eyes widening before you kneel some yards away and bow. "You've no need to stop playing, Lord Apollo. If I've disturbed your playing, I will leave. I just came here to swim and gather from of the herbs around here."

Daring to glance up, you notice him blinking before he stands and nears you. "You can see me? You are not mortal?"

This is news to you and you swallow slowly. "No, my Lord, I am mortal."

Apollo shakes his head. "Stand. And no, you're not. You can see me. I've hidden myself to mortals. Are you a demigod? What is your name?"

Your body seems off-balance as you stand. Not mortal? "My Lord, my blood runs red. I've no knowledge of being—"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off, "demigods bleed red as well. Your name?"