Lord of Apollo
Spoilers: Bastille Day
Rating: K

I met a God today, a true Lord of Kobol in the eyes of a mortal. Apollo. God of the hunt, God of Healing and though not widely remembered, God of Truth, of Prophecy.

I didn't recognize Him. I saw only a weak being, a pawn, useless and undeserving. But intelligence in humans is amusing to twist, so I spoke to Him. I gave Him power because He was the son of a powerful man. But I had forgotten my history. The scriptures. Apollo is more than a Lord, he is a son.

Zeus's exiled son. God of the Hunt.

I saw the quiet mannered man take down four prisoners while being held by two others before succumbing to overwhelming odds. I knew he personified the God of the Hunt. But mortals cannot overcome the obstacles that Gods can and I believed that he did not possess the gift of healing. I was so sure. I was willing to stake my grand death on it. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. The Gods in their righteousness have shown me true greatness. They showed me the ability to heal, to hurt, and the blazing fire of truth.

I have felt the weight of decision hanging on me as He asks me to make a choice. The first should have been easy, an innocent girl's life or my friend's somewhat twisted version of revenge.

But as with most mortals, I could not make the right choice and so I laid it on the Gods. On Society. On Him. "You reap what you sow." But Mason was a creation of mine. My choices, my plans, my problems, my friend. And I could not make the choice so He made it for me.

Mason was killed by the God of the Hunt, but the bow did not stop there. It swung to me and I was to be judged for my indecision. And as I bowed to the pressure of his wrath, his glare of divine truth, I was humbled. And again he offered me a choice. Die or live with the consequences of these moments. My words are offered to me. "You reap what you sow."

There is no choice to make. There is only the Lords of Kobol and their destiny for me. I give in and accept this life they have laid before me. As Pythia prophesized three thousand years ago, so too have I seen my life in a shaking voice and steady hand. In quiet words spoken to my heart.

I breathe out the last of my fear as bullets sheer away the cage. And He is there. He touches her, touches the bruise and bleeding child in the cell. Her hand reaches out to Him. "Okay, Cally. You're going to be okay."

Soft touches. A sob. And then He is there, yanking me from the spark of death. The spit of heat flicks along my neck.

"Cease fire." Gun held up, as he circles in the cage. I am not in control of the men then. It is Him, the Lord Apollo.

"I need a medic." And just like that the lord is gone and he is just a man. He takes the girl into his arms and whispers sweet words her, but they cannot heal her. He is just a man.

While He was here he healed me. Reminded me of my destiny. I'm here in this universe to lead. To bring truth to the people. But he was just a man.

He came to me and I have been chosen to live.

Captain Lee Adama of the soft voice and words of freedom. A mortal.

My political rhetoric is narcissism sheathed in the glove of truth. But I have born witness to a religious experience. I know. I have seen. Tom Zarek

So, yeah, I found this on my hard drive and had totally forgotten that I had written it. That's bad right?