You are a prophet, but you weren't given your powers by a God, instead, a sorcerer, you had wronged them and they gave you a curse to see everything that went wrong in everyone's life. Forcing you to roam earth holding and knowing the pain on anyone and everyone you see, it's depressing. You isolated yourself in a forest, staying there as to try and block out the prophecies

Your sitting under a tree, reading, you have a little cottage you built with basic necessities. Till you suddenly hear foot steps, you know who it is, the sun God, Apollo, you knew he was coming years before, of course you knew. He heard of a prophet he didn't create and got curious. He looks down at you, still reading, completely calm

Apollo:Who are you?