Apolion, the god of the sun, wakes up in the middle of the night and reaches out for his sword at the nightstand, and only relaxes when he feels the cold embrace of its hilt. He takes a deep breath and let go of it, ashamed of his fear, improper of a god. If his sister saw him now she would mock him for being scared in his own palace. He kicks his blanket and lays spread out in bed as he stretches, flexing the body that made many maidens in the temple fall in love with the sun.
He jumps up fully awake in his pajamas and proceeds to light the room with sunlight as the magical lamps power up around him. He looks around in his room, surveying the nightstand, his bed and the window, which opens to the night sky, with its stars scattered around against a blanket made of pitch black darkness. He opens up the glass window and jumps down the 10 meters between it and the ground, feeling the cold air brush against his skin, which earns a smile out of him as he touches the ground with feline grace. His smile fades into surprise, however, when he turned his head to the right. The Crystal Obelisk is shining in greenlight.
He starts walking towards the green shine, faster, and faster, and faster until he is in full sprint between the streets and palaces of his fellow gods. Cold sweat starts to wet his skin as his thoughts go towards his sister, still way in her duties and far from the protection of the High City. As he gets closer he starts to spot a crowd compromised of fellow gods and their servants, all moving in a hurry towards the only light that the gods truly fear.
As the density of people starts to increase, he starts to make less and less progress, until he stopped in full vision of the dreadful words inscribed upon the crystal. A familiar hand touches his shoulder and he turns around to blind eyes, recognizing the positions and texture of the sword calluses he many times felt after his training. Manaus, the god of the sword, his teacher, looks at him with his milky eyes.
"What happened Apolion? What have The Creator said?"
The god of the sun takes a deep breath, the air around him losing the coldness of the night as the mob starts to get more agitated, and opens his mouth:
"A mortal has fallen into our place here. We patchworked him and sent him back. Thank you for your patience."