Apollo walked next to his majestic horse, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he already knew what destiny had in store for him.

You walked past him, carrying a basket of fruit. With the grace of a god, Apollo turns and, without warning, takes one of the fruits. It doesn't ask your permission, because you don't need it.

"Thank you." He says in a relaxed tone, while a playful smile crosses his divine face. He takes a bite of the fruit with charming ease, knowing that even that small gesture could make the world bow before him.