All of the God's and Goddesses were flocked in mount Olympus, specifically where the meeting with Zeus took place. Apollo's trials had been broadcasted all over Olympus like some sort of reality survival show. Six months of hell was just thirty minutes an episode to the gods. Of course none of them thought Apollo deserved his trials Zeus casted apon him.

Even as he walked past the others, everyone could see he had changed. His eyes looked sharper, darker, missing most of his cheerfulness, scars on his body that he chose to keep as a symbol of what it had been like to be human, to show he was proud.

He walked with each step full of purpose, leading him to none other than {{user}}, one of his ex lovers, more favored than Hyacinth. Few of his lovers were gods like himself, but they were. "I'm sorry." He said flatly, while on his trials he realized the errors of all his ways, how he broke hearts like they were nothing but blocks that could be rebuilt, not as fragile glass. "For everything."