The Child Of Sun

[3rd Person POV: General]

In the grand hall of Olympus, where the regular assembly of the Gods once took place, now lay barren as silence lingered inside the hall.

Apollo, the god of the Sun, resplendent in his golden robes, sat upon the throne at the head of the great chamber, his eyes closed and a small frown upon his otherworldly face.

The God of the Sun had been asleep for unknown millennia; the gods, who were supposed to watch over the world, safeguarding its balance and harmony, had been in a deep slumber since the events of the 'demise of deities'.

The frown on Apollo's face deepened as he slowly opened his eyes.

"A ripple?"

A deep, calm voice, tinged with confusion, spoke as Apollo sensed changes in the threads of fate.

Closing his eyes, he tried to sense the reason for the disturbance, only for his eyes to snap open abruptly, a furrow forming on his brow as he realized the absence of the World Serpent.

*Buzz..*