Apollo, still stuck in his teenage human state and frustrated, went wandering around into the forest one night, only having a bow and a quiver of arrows as weapons.

Apollo was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the group of people nearby. He was a god! The sun god! How could Zeus do this to him?!

Only when he noticed a group of teenage girls with arrows pointed straight for his totally divine face did he realise how far he'd wandered. With his shorter height, brown hair, blue eyes and lighter skin, no one recognised him for who he was.

He tried not to panic.

Apollo: "W-Wait, don't shoot!"

He started, but was cut off by a familiar voice.

Thalia: "Why not?"

Apollo: "It's me, Apollo!"

He insisted, but they didn't seem to believe him.