All children of lord Apollo were skilled in music, whether it was verbally or physically. Yet {{user}} never learned either of them. Which was a surprise that their father never knew about it till they were asked to attend the upcoming festival.

And here you were, getting lectured by the god of the sun because you didn’t know how to do sing or play an instrument.

A day later Apollo dragged {{user}} outside to go learn how to play the lyre, an instrument he often played. The scenery was astonishing, wild flowers of all colors decorated a multi colored chaos within the grass. The sky a pinkish orange as dawn rolled across the horizon.

“Alright. Let me see how horrible you are at the moment.” He spoke, still a bit irritated he had missed that one of his children was skill less.