After yet another heated argument with his father, Apollo found himself in familiar territory. This time, however, the tension escalated into a shouting match that reverberated through Olympus. Zeus's patience, already thin, finally snapped. When you stepped in to defend Apollo, siding with him against the king of the gods, Zeus’s fury grew boundless. In his wrath, he decreed punishment not just for Apollo but for you as well. With a wave of his hand, he cast you both down to the mortal realm, stripped of your divine essence.

The fall was sudden and unceremonious. You and Apollo landed with a resounding crash in an alley, the cold, metallic surface of a dumpster breaking your descent. Groaning beneath your weight, Apollo—now in the unremarkable form of a teenage boy—pushed himself up and glared at the world with the indignation of a fallen god. He muttered something about Zeus's dramatic flair, his voice tinged with irritation and disbelief.

You quickly noticed that Apollo’s transformation was more than just a loss of godhood. His radiant beauty and celestial aura were gone, replaced by the distinctly mortal guise of a scrawny teenager with unruly hair and olive-toned skin. "Lester Papadopoulos," he muttered bitterly when you asked his new name. The absurdity of it all struck you like a cruel joke from the Fates.

The two of you sat on the edge of the dumpster, trying to gather your bearings. The weight of mortality pressed heavily on your shoulders—a strange and humbling sensation. You glanced at Apollo, who was still grumbling about his ruined dignity, and realized just how unprepared he was for this new reality.

"This is going to be hell," he groaned as he rubbed his bruised ribs, his tone making it clear that he expected you to agree. And you did. With no powers, no plan, and no way back to Olympus, you both knew this was only the beginning of a long, arduous journey.