A/N So... DAPHNE! New story. Hope you enjoy it. This may or may not delve into other myths in greek mythology.
Chapter 1: Archery Lesson
Daphne eyed the doe, she had been following for weeks. Slowly she pulled an arrow from her quiver and knocked her arrow, she pulled the bow string held it for a minute breathed in for a few moments then let the arrow fly.
She huffed when the arrow shot right over the doe's head.
"Well done Daphne" Daphne sighed and dipped her head low in shame at the tone, As the deer ran off. Once it was out of sight, she turned to see Apollo lounging on tree branch right above her, his Lyre resting in his hands. "A few more hundred years and you might actually hit your target."
"We can't all be all powerful Olympians who can do anything without trying" Daphne returned. "My Lord" she said as an afterthought.
"Now, don't blame me because your Archery is terrible" Apollo tutted.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Don't you have a pretty someone to be chasing?" She asked. "Or are you tired of having people throw themselves off of cliffs to avoid you?" The second it was out of her mouth she regretted it. "Apollo-"
Apollo jumped down. "Even my own sister mocks how many times people have evaded me, I would have thought that you at least-"
Daphne bowed low, her ebony hair fallowing forward. "My Lord, I apologize I did not mean to insult you it was meant as a joke, and I hadn't realized it was in poor taste until I said it."
Apollo stared down at her. What she said had hurt and had she been anyone else they would have been reprimanded and swiftly but Daphne had always been a special case.
He put a hand on her bow. "Your stance is all wrong" He said.
Daphne tilted her confused but for only a moment before it clicked. "O-oh" She said.
"Here" Apollo placed the bow in her hand and repositioned her slowly until she was in a position that was too his satisfaction. He gave her another arrow and placed one hand over her hand that was pulling the bow string and other that was holding the bow steady.
Daphne felt the blush rise to her cheeks. She could feel that power just resting underneath the skin. His bare skin smooth she could just imagine being wrapped in those all night, and she couldn't help but wonder why woman were so desperate to get away from him.
"Like that" Apollo breathed. "Now let go"
Daphne released the bow string and watched as the arrow embedded itself into the tree she had been aiming at.
Daphne tilted her head, but said nothing. "huh…" She said Apollo's arms were still wrapped around her. She could feel the strength and power that was just under the surface.
"Now try again" Apollo said. "Without my help"
Daphne just nodded silently and readied her stance, knocked an arrow, pulled the string taught aimed and fired.
She split the previous arrow in half.
Daphne jumped back in surprise. "Wow" She said. "That was me?"
Apollo nodded his hands clasped behind his back. "Yes" He said simply.
"Are you sure you didn't…" Daphne trailed off for a moment before turning her sea green eyes to him. "Bless me?"
"I am the god of truth Daphne" Apollo said. "I can not lie"
Daphne pulled the two arrows out of the tree and stared at the splinters of the first arrow shot. She held it up for him to examine. "Can you fix it?"
Apollo sighed and ran his hand over the broken arrows. The arrow magically resealed itself.
"Thank you" Daphne said. "Does this mean you forgive me?" She asked.
Apollo stared at her his gaze darkening, for a moment the sun's brightness increased, but she felt no pain. Evan as he was making a point he still sought to protect her. After a while the sun's intensity died down. "Yes, but don't ever say something like that again"
Daphne looked down.
"Daphne!" Daphne jumped slightly and turned in the direction of the sound.
"Coming father!" She shouted. "Farewell Apollo" Before running to the nearbye river where her father Peneus lived.
A/N Do you think I should move this over to fiction press? They have a mythology section as well. Feel free to review.
