Apollo – The Sun Shines Strong
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Apollo looked to the forest. He smiled as he watched Atermis light a fire. She had been hunting and had some game to cook. Apollo shook his head as he glared.
“Hunting is such a common occupation;” he muttered as he glared at his twin sister with smite.
Atermis looked to Apollo in a manner that made her appear like Medusa for a moment. Apollo sneered, and then he looked away until his vision righted. When he next looked at Atermis she looked gentle and warm. He almost smiled - however she drew out a knife, and stabbed the heart right out of her kill! Apollo quivered as his bowels shrank.
“That food has not been blessed;” he muttered as he stared at her.
“So? It's a fools tale for blessings anyway;” muttered Atermis before she began to pluck as she roasted the heart amongst the coal.
“That is a discrimination;” told Apollo.
“So what? Yesterday the oracle told me we had been blessed, and that was after I did the same thing;” she muttered as she continued to pluck.
Apollo narrowed his eyes as he thought. He then scoffed, and drew a heart on his chest, before he swung his cape and left.