One of Ariadne's first memories was of a man, or what she thought was a man in the halls of her Uncle's palace. His hair was so blinding and bright a gold, she thought he must be her grandfather Helios and called out to him. But the stranger just placed a finger to his lips as he stood in front of her older sister's doorway and whispered,"I am Apollo, little one. Not Helios." Then her sister's arms encircled him and pulled him into her chambers her door shutting firmly behind her.
Sometime later she saw her sister sneaking out of the palace with a baby. "This is our secret, little sister." Acacallis told her. "Promise not to tell."
And when she came back her sister's arms were empty. And Ariadne's stomach churned with questions, but she kept her promise. Only occasionally skirting around it with questions.
"Where do babies go, Mama, when they aren't wanted?"
"What happens when you don't keep a promise?"
"Uncle have you ever seen a god?" And her uncle Rhadamanthus frowned before finally whispering to her quietly (as if afraid something divine might hear). "Beware the gods, little Ariadne. The ones who might curse you, but especially those who would favor you."
This frightened her, because in his voice was the sound of experience. And though whispered, his words echo in her mind when her father calls on Poseidon's aid to summon a bull who's white hide was as blinding as the hair of a god, and it is her mother sneaking through the halls of her father's palace. But never so strongly as when she sees her sister's belly once again swell with child and her father banished her for her indiscretion. That golden haired god nowhere to be found.