The God Apollo looked down at the little girl playing in the sandbox and smiled. The sun shone brighter overhead. The little girl looked up and squinted her eyes into the bright light of the sun. She smiled back up at the light because she could not see the God standing before her. He was using his powers to obscure her view. She was to young to encounter a God, her mind to undeveloped, Apollo feared what a look into a God’s full power would do to her.
He walked to her mother sitting on the bench and made himself visible to her.
“Take care of her Dianna. She will be a special child, born with the light of love and the power of the sun within her. Her smile will change the world and her voice will move mountains.”
“Don’t tell me how to raise my child Apollo. I haven’t seen you since the day I told you I was pregnant and now you come back 4 years later with parenting advice. Get lost, Demetria is my daughter not yours. Even if she has your blood, it’s my love that she has grown up with.”
“Don’t spurn my advice Dianna. It would be a fool’s mistake to take lightly the word of a God, especially the God of the Sun. My daughter is meant for great things, and whether you accept that or not Demetria will find a way to shine on her own, She can’t help but shine, she is of the Sun. Born under the sign of fire and the mighty Lion.”
The God Apollo looked back at his tiny daughter playing in the sandbox and shook his head in wonder at what the fates held for his child. His body flashed and then he was gone. Dianna stared at the spot where he had stood, more determined than ever to not let her daughter ever know about her true father and what he had said about her.