A decade later...
Little Asna grew from the mysterious child birthed by the universe's heart into a spirited and rowdy ten-year-old.
With crimson hair that danced like flames in the cosmic wind and golden eyes shimmering with mischief, she became a whirlwind of energy and laughter, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the celestial beings that inhabited this realm.
"Asna, who is gonna be our next target?" Apollo asked with a mischievous grin.
Little Asna was sitting above his shoulders with a wide playful smirk. She tapped her little finger on her chin and murmured thoughtfully, "It's always fun to mess with Uncle Hepheastutus and watch him lose his mind and chase us down. But, I think we have pranked him enough."
"True, true, so who's our next victim?"
"It's been a while since we paid Uncle Poseidon a visit." Little Asna giggled, "It's only fair we show him some love too."
