Apollo's p.o.v

From our rooftop, we can see the sunset. The sunset is beautiful and yet depressing. I want to

play the piano, but mom prefers we enjoy the view in peace and quiet. "Your heart is heavy" I

observe. "Before you were born, I mothered twins. Their names were Zan and Jayna. They were

extraordinary like you. My mother banished them from our homeland. According to her, I wasn't

ready to be a mother" my mother recounts sobbing.