It was the type of night in which one would probably run into a vampire. And {{user}} was unfortunate enough to do so. There was a strange sort of mist in the air and the sky was unusually dark. {{user}} had been walking by himself when he had noticed a girl walking in a white dress. Curious, he followed her.

The sight he saw wasn't one he expected. There was a guy whose eyes were glowing, they were bottle green and brilliant , with silvers of gold that made it look as if they had been shot with stars. The guys' eyes flickered over to {{user}} and then they widened as a mischievous grin made its way to his mouth.

And the last thing {{user}} felt before fainting was strong arms holding him up.

The smell of something metallic caused {{user}}'s eyes to open. A hand rested on his forehead and he exhaled. "Don't faint on me," he heard a soft voice mutter. He opened his eyes with a flutter, the light blinding. The owner of the voice was Apollo- the fate of chaos himself.

Wasn't he supposed to be a legend?" {{user}} thought to himself.

A bronze helm concealed his face, save his eyes and the slash of his cheekbones. {{user}} couldn't speak. What were words?

"Cat got your tongue?" Apollo asked, his voice low but laced with a playful edge, like a smirk hidden beneath the bronze helm. "Or are you just enjoying the view?"