That night, the normally tranquil fishing village was engulfed in an uncanny phenomenon. The sky wasn't black, but rather a reddish-gold, as if the sun refused to set completely. Inside a small hut, a woman named Liora struggled in a labor that would forever change her destiny.

As the first cry broke out, a baby boy was born. He had hair as black as soot, pale skin like his mother's, and calm eyes. However, just a few minutes later, a second cry rang out, and instantly, the entire room was illuminated by a blinding light.

The second baby was a girl. However, she was unlike any human. From the moment she breathed air, her skin radiated a soft yet consistent golden aura. Her hair wasn't simply blonde; it was strands of light woven directly from the midday sun.

Liora looked at her little daughter with genuine fear.."She's not normal," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's a curse. Look at her, she glows like a fire that will consume us all."

However, Liora's fears were shattered by the presence of a figure that suddenly filled the room. The cramped space suddenly felt vast and majestic. Apollo, the god of music, arrows, and truth, stood there in unbearable splendor. His eyes the color of liquid gold were fixed directly on the baby girl.

Normally, after a brief infatuation with a mortal, the gods would depart, leaving their offspring to grow up in the shadows or face their fate as neglected heroes. But this time was different. Apollo felt a vibration of pure power emanating from this baby—a power that surpassed even his other children.

"She is not a curse," Apollo's voice boomed, calm yet full of undeniable authority. "She is my masterpiece."

Liora tried to embrace her two children, but Apollo's presence paralyzed her with awe and horror. Apollo approached, ignoring the raven-haired baby boy—a mortal reflection of his mother who lacked a single drop of divine spark in his veins.

"This daughter," said the god Apollo, cradling the radiant baby girl, "I will take her to a place where the light never dims. She is too precious for the dust of this mortal world."

"No!" Liora screamed. "She is my child! You cannot take her away like this!"

Apollo's handsome face turned as cold as marble. "I am her father, and I am the law. You will raise the boy. He is yours, he is fully human. But this daughter... she belongs to Olympus. Never try to seek us out, or interfere in our affairs. If you try to defy me, you will know what it's like for the sun to burn your fields to ashes."

The threat was real. Liora could only sob on the floor as Apollo stepped out. In an instant, the god vanished in a flash of light, leaving Liora with one crying human child in her arms, while his twin was carried to the summit of the gods.

Atop Olympus, in his golden palace, Apollo treated his daughter, whom he named Apollonia, with an almost obsessive affection

Apollo did not give Apollonia human milk. Instead, he gave her liquid ambrosia—the sacred honey of the gods that he had refined himself. He wanted to transform every mortal cell in Apollonia body into pure divinity. He did not want to lose her. His memories of past failures—of his sons who had died in war or through fatal mistakes like Phaethon—made him determined: Aurelia must be immortal. Apollonia must remain with him forever.

As time passed, Apollonia grew into a stunningly beautiful little girl. Her long blonde hair now hung down to the floor, and each strand glowed with magical power. If Apollonia was happy, Apollo's entire garden would bloom instantly. If she was sad, the temperature around the palace would cool.