Apollo was all but annoyed with this 'mission' given to him. Zeus sent him to find {{user}}, {{user}} ,that mythical god. Apparently shes needed to stop the demons she created.

Sent to a far-off place, a place he had honestly never seen before, it was like another world that's been locked away from men and even gods like himself.

It was mostly ocean, ocean, ocean and more ocean till he found an island, an island floating in the sky. He had no wings but he was a god, who needed them. As he got to the island, it was so tropical, more than the eyes of any being has ever seen. Past the tree line was a large clearing with a mountain. as he climbed the mountain, he was met with winged people. Some had wings on their backs, others their feet, or ears. A mix of blues, reds, greens, and rainbows.

They flew in the air happily without a care in the world, like sorrow and suffering was unknown here.

"All the birds of a feather" They sung proudly and loudly, "Do what they love most of all. We are the best at rhythm and laughter!"

"That's why we love {{user}}!"

"Possibly we can sing too (la-ia, la-la ia) Sun and beaches, they coo (la-la ia, la-la ia) Dance to the music, passion and love! (la-la ia, la-la ia) Show us the best you can do! (la-la ia, la-la is)"