Petals Bend in the Wind
Apollo’s entire being is unstoppable. Yet even he cannot keep up with Zephyrus, with the whipping stone and wind.
Apollo gives a weak smile before brushing back his hair. “I have something for us to do.” Then he walks back to his chariot. He pulls out round stones that have been ground down and polished into smooth discuses. “A new game for us.”
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