Snippet #1551644

There was one thing about school I despised, and that was the classes that had nothing to do with my art. They were pointless and duldrum: I didn't understand where their concept would come in for my professional life: I already knew wher my future lay. It was resting upon my throat, glittering in gold and shining in whatever light was placed on it: there was no doubt that Apollo had chosen wisely in his apprentice, but I still had that feeling in my gut that there was more to what he said, than what he actually presented to me.

Oriana, I'm sorry to draw you now in the middle of class, but please understand that these circumstances are assembled by those who are older and stronger than myself....
Apollo's voice entered my mind, its radiant burst filling every crevice and awakening my soul the same way it announced itself in my music. My eyes widened, not truly with terror, but understanding and awe. This was my God, and therefore his word was law. In his words I found understanding, and I found my head bending as if in prayer.

My body felt as though it were swept away to another demention (Later, I would find that this was truly not far from the truth.), I was being transported to a universe in which the laws of earth dropped useless and unbidden. In many ways, as I was flying thru the portals of other worlds and lands far from my understandind and comprehensin, I was terrified of what was to come. The only thing keeping my mind sound and sane was the knowledge that the man I considered a God, and father, would not allow such atrocity to come to place.
As this thought crossed my mind, I felt as though reassuring arms had wrapped around me, caressing my mind with it's paternal and caring thoughts.
Understand my child, that these choices for your future are beyond my control, however, know that I am here, as always, to be your comfort.

Gusts of a tempest swirled around me: I clutched my shoulders, swaying, and praying, not to be carried away. I was alone, and the room black, my God absent from this strange terror. I whirled my body around, my arms braced for impact, a soft whimper escaping my throat.
"Apollo!" I screamed. My mind reeling from his previous words, I could not understand why he left.

Understand you, whom God's find worthy, that you are to find in yourself flaws that we have found in you. These flaws of one with so much honor among the God's deem you unworthy of the gifts proudly bestowed upon you. Know this now, that we gift you the chance of retribution by bonding you with a partner deemed worthy in the eyes of the whole. Understand you, who is not worthy, that these sacred bonds are to be held as such, and unbreakable. To make this change bareable, know this: there are others. And as a whole, you are immortal. So mote it be!

In a brilliant flash of white, the voice's final wods cut off itself, shedding it's light upon Apollo, and another God I was not familiar with. They held hands, their faces turned toward myself admiringly: a bashful, and apologetic, glint in the God I praised.

"Papa!" I chortled, my voice carrying thru the room. My eyes flickered across as I could hear my voice carry into a remarkable song. I gasped, realizing now that I was in witness of a remarkable ceremony taking place.
I finally understood as my lyre lifted from it's necklace, and expanded: its strings playing of their own volition and joining my harp in a serenade that was so hauntingly beautiful that it brought tears to my face.

I brushed back my auburn hair, reaching out to grasp Apollo, thinking this work of his making. Instead, the scene changed, and I was grasping the hand of a beautiful young asian woman, much smaller and petite than myself.
At once I realized that song came from my body, my very soul.
I clutched her hand, my chest heaving and my body shaking: is this what love is to feel like?

The song was hers, and as our bodies glowed green, I gasped, batting my eyes away.

The room darkened once more, and I found the scene had changed to a cafe.