"Let me go!"
One had my hands pinned behind me while the other grabbed my throat. I froze in fear as multiple ideas passed through my head.
"Why? You will be the one to take the blame if we do anything to you."
That snapped me out of the frozen state; I started fighting to get out of their hold. I was losing, but then a savior came to me. Apollo opened the door and gave the scene a funny look.
"This doesn't look like very priest-like behavior."
The two of them let go of me and ran out as if they were scared of Apollo.
"Thank you."
He walked over and ruffled my hair. Then he took my arm, playfully, and we walked out of the room. Then my father showed up and dragged Apollo somewhere, so I decided to go to the library.
Apollo had a habit of talking about the past as if he was there. However, he looked around the same age as me so that had to be impossible. I looked up old articles from when my father was in training.