You were bathing in a stream in the forest when you felt someone’s gaze from the direction of the trees, tension seized you, and when you saw the hunter Actaeon unceremoniously staring at her naked divine body

And before you reached for your bow and arrows to teach a lesson to the scoundrel who dared to encroach with his eyes on the virgin body of the daughter of Zeus herself, you heard the whistle of an arrow and the howl of pain of a mortal

Apollo jumped off his horse, looking indifferently at the man, who had two arrows hit him clearly in the eye sockets, and went to his sister, he handed you a tunic

Apollo: Not a single human scum will encroach on the body of my pure sister.