The tension that had filled the room finally dissipated, and Sienna couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Really? Like back in ancient times?" she joked, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Maybe I'll believe you if you give me some solid proof."

Apollo, a mischievous glint in his eyes, replied, "Well, how about I show you?" he stood up from the stool and extended his hand to Sienna, who took it hesitantly. As soon as she stood up, he gently covered her eyes with his hands. "No peeking, okay?" Apollo warned, but Sienna responded with a soft laugh.

In an instant, they were whisked away to Olympus. When Apollo finally removed his hands from her eyes, Sienna found herself standing in front of a majestic Greek temple, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Wow..." she whispered, taking in the breathtaking sight before her.

But that wasn't all. Surrounding them were countless statues of gods, carved from exquisite marble. There were gods that resembled Apollo, Zeus, and Aphrodite, as well as ones that looked like Hermes and Artemis. The overwhelming beauty of it all left Sienna with no doubt that Apollo was telling the truth.

"This is amazing... this is where a god lived?" Sienna asked, her voice filled with awe.

"Yup, welcome to the home of the gods—the famous Mount Olympus," Apollo explained, his voice tinged with pride.

Sienna couldn't help but gaze around, her eyes taking in the mesmerizing scenery. "I guess you weren't lying about being a god, huh? Oh god of light and music," she said, a playful grin spreading across her face. This unexpected revelation made Apollo blush, and Sienna burst into laughter. "What? I read books about mythology when I have the time, and your name was quite the giveaway now that I know you're the real deal," she teased.

Apollo stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh, thanks, I guess," he muttered, his cheeks growing even redder. "Anyway, let's go inside. Make yourself at home." He suggested, leading her towards the gigantic doors of the temple.

Carefully, he pushed open the doors, and as soon as they stepped inside, a heavenly aroma of incense enveloped Sienna. The smell was so divine, it almost felt like she was breathing in the essence of heaven itself. But what truly shocked her was the interior of the temple—it was unlike anything she had imagined.

Various musical instruments adorned the room, each one perfectly tuned and positioned. Guitars rested atop stands, while the floor was covered with drums, flutes, and trumpets. Sienna couldn't help but marvel at the incredible collection. "Wow... these are... incredible," she breathed, her eyes filled with wonder.

"I know, right? These are my proud collections that I have gathered over my immortal life," Apollo replied proudly, walking up to one of the tables. The whole place resembled a modern museum, but for Sienna, it brought back warm, nostalgic feelings of her own music store.

"Come on, I have the papers and pens ready," Apollo called from behind the tables, capturing Sienna's attention once more. "So, first things first. What kind of genre should the song be?"

Sienna hesitated for a moment, scratching the back of her neck. "Um, let's go with a classical song," she finally replied.

"Great choice!" Apollo exclaimed, scribbling something down on the paper. "You know, if there's one thing I've learned about writing music, it's that the melody you play reflects the emotions you feel after singing. It creates a wonderful mood for everyone who listens."

"So basically, instead of brainstorming in my head, I should feel the music inside my heart?" Sienna raised an eyebrow, seeking clarification.

"Exactly! Experience the feelings you have, and that will provide you with the inspiration to write what you want," Apollo nodded, pleased with Sienna's understanding.

Sienna smiled, grateful for the guidance. "Okay, teacher. It might be easier for me to come up with something after the revelations you've shown me. I mean, a real-life god... that's just awesome," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Apollo returned her smile, his heart warmed by her words. "You'll have to tell me why you decided to live in our world instead of this ridiculously grand place," she said, curious to know more about him.

"Yeah... ahaha... it's a long story, so bear with me," Apollo replied, his voice filled with fondness.

And so, they talked about their lives, sharing the crazy events that had unfolded over the past year. It brought them closer than ever before. Just as they were enjoying their conversation, Apollo's phone buzzed in his pocket. He excused himself, stepping outside and standing in front of the temple's doorway. His expression immediately darkened upon hearing the caller.


It happened so effortlessly, so naturally that Artemis didn't even realize what she was doing until a few moments later. She instinctively pulled away, and the two of them found themselves staring intently at each other, as if trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions they had just experienced.

Artemis slowly opened her eyes, her expression dazed and awestruck. Her heart pounded loudly and painfully in her chest as the reality hit her like a thunderbolt—she had actually kissed Orion, for real. The weight of the moment sank in, overwhelming her with a mixture of shock and excitement.

"I-I need to go," Artemis stuttered, her voice trembling with disbelief. Before Orion could react, she sprinted away through the trees, leaving him standing there, bewildered and unable to comprehend the surge of emotions flooding his heart.

What just happened?

But before Orion could chase after her, a sudden heaviness settled in his head. A sinister, menacing voice slithered into his mind, filling the silence with its chilling echoes. "Don't forget your deal, young one," the voice taunted. "You promised..."

And with that haunting reminder, Orion's consciousness slipped away, and he fell into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, Artemis's thoughts raced, struggling to make sense of the whirlwind she had just experienced. It all felt like a dream, but deep down, she knew that it had indeed happened—she had shared an intimate moment with Orion, a mere mortal. The realization was almost too overwhelming to bear.

Lost in her thoughts, Artemis found herself running with an urgency she couldn't explain, pushing herself to her limits until she was gasping for breath. After a few moments of catching her breath, she came to a halt, sighing deeply.

"That was...unexpected," she murmured, her voice filled with astonishment as she ran a hand through her hair, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

Then, a sudden realization washed over her. Surprisingly, she didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed about what had transpired. Instead, she felt a surge of happiness, a kind of ecstatic joy that was hard to define. There was no denying it—there was something more between them, something beyond mere friendship. It was a feeling she had never experienced in all her immortal life.

In the past, any man who had dared to attempt such an act would have met a swift and deadly end. But this time, Artemis couldn't deny that a part of her was glad she had allowed herself to embrace the unexpected, to follow her heart's desire.

Finally, after moments of introspection, she managed to regain her composure. Though she was unsure how to navigate these newfound emotions for a mortal, Artemis knew that she had to return.

"I really need to stop getting myself into these situations," Artemis muttered to herself, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. But before she could even finish her thought, a piercing scream pierced through the air, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her veins. Out of nowhere, a panic-stricken Nymph came sprinting towards her, enveloping her in a tight and desperate embrace.

"Lady Artemis, please help!" the Nymph sobbed, holding on to Artemis as if her life depended on it.

"Easy, easy," Artemis winced, trying to catch her breath. "Calm down and tell me what's going on."

"There's a monster on the loose!" the Nymph cried out, her voice filled with terror. She refused to release her grip on Artemis, as if she feared letting go would mean certain doom.

"A monster? It can't be—" Artemis's words caught in her throat as her eyes followed the trail of darkness streaking across the sky. "A Griffin," she whispered, her heart sinking as the colossal creature crashed into the ground before her, its jet-black feathers casting a shadow over them. The Griffin's eyes, two fierce orbs glowing with a hunger for blood, locked onto Artemis.

"This is bad. Really bad," Artemis cursed under her breath, desperately trying to devise a plan to escape this perilous situation. "You need to leave, now! I'll take care of this," she declared, looking down at the terrified Nymph in her arms. The Nymph's eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights, but she reluctantly let go of Artemis and fled into the safety of the trees.

Once Artemis was alone, she turned her attention back to the enraged Griffin, its crimson eyes ablaze with fury. Without hesitation, she summoned her trusty silver bow and arrow, taking aim at the creature. She released the arrow with precision, but the Griffin swiftly evaded it, its wings flapping with power. Undeterred, Artemis swiftly fired another arrow, this time hitting the Griffin's wing dead-on. The creature winced in pain, stumbling backward before launching a retaliatory attack.

Gritting her teeth, Artemis evaded the onslaught of strikes, gracefully dodging and weaving while never missing a beat with her arrows. Her aim was true as she focused on the Griffin's wings, striking them with deadly accuracy. The battle raged on, Artemis relentlessly assaulting the Griffin until finally, she managed to inflict a severe injury on its wing.

With a heart-wrenching screech, the Griffin's wing tore open, causing it to lose balance and crash to the ground with an earth-shattering thud. Artemis let out an exhausted sigh, her body aching from the fierce battle that had just transpired.

And with one final breath, the deadly Griffin lay lifeless before her.