The blond kneeled at the altar, sunlight pouring from the open-roofed shrine to Apollo. Fitting, he thought to himself. It was designed for that purpose, he reasoned with himself.

He glanced up when he heard footsteps entering the shrine. The boys' pale blue eyes scanned the marble walls and floor, not seeing anything or anyone throughout the shrine.

He paused, debating whether to call out or to stay quiet before another person, a parallel to himself, appeared from the shadows. Dark hair and eyes, along with the divine aura surrounding them. Were they, perhaps, from Immortal descent?