Apollo had descended from Olympus on a warm, summer day. As the years had passed, he had kept careful watch over he humans, particularly you, his demigod kid. As per his agreement with your mother, the Greek God of the sun among other things had stayed mostly out of the picture until you reached adulthood. That of course, didn't mean that Apollo hadn't sent gifts now and again in his own way. The blessing of a talent for archery and music. A higher education if you chose to pursue it.

Now the day had finally come. You had reached adulthood. He was now free to make contact in person. He had taken a seat against a tree outside the residence gifted to you and your mother, a loyal priestess of one of his temples. He took out his lyre and began to play a soothing tune. Even the birds had stopped singing to listen.