"Apollo, I beseech you!"

The Sun God was jolted from his peaceful sleep, somehow managing to fall off his cloud hammock. He looked around, not understanding what had awoken him from his long slumber. Only when he stood to return to his bed did he feel the tug that told him a mortal had called for him. He moved quickly, following the connection between himself and the mortal. The golden haired god could feel their pain and it spurred him to move all that more faster.

Apollo couldn't help but wonder who this mortal was. It felt like a female, approximately 20 years of age. He didn't think there were any people left who followed the old ways. After it became clear that the Greeks would no longer be worshiping them, most of the gods and goddesses on Olympus had left, gone to pursue other pleasures in other dimensions. Apollo was one of the few who stayed to watch over the fickle mortals, though he usually slept, as no one had called upon the gods in almost a millennia. But, here he was now, a forgotten god, racing to save a mortal who would most likely forget him again.

Apollo arrived to an unfamiliar landscape. No where he looked had the feel of Greece, old or new. Even the land beneath his bare feet told of unknown territory. The Sun God turned, taking in his surroundings, feeling the moon beams bathing his barely clothed body, searching for the other end of the connection. The persistent tugging at his navel lead him to a great metal building. Apollo glided through the walls, an arrow notched in his bow, should it be a trick, mayhap a Fury out to capture a god. He glanced around the empty building, searching... There, in the corner. The connection grew ever stronger as he moved towards the corner where it appeared a man was raping an unconscious woman.

A final tug at his navel told him that she was the one who called for him, before the invisible thread was broken. The inhuman roar from the god caught the man's attention and he turned to find himself at the wrong end of a gods wrath. His death was quick, but filled with so much pain that it felt as though it lasted several lifetimes.

Apollo dropped to his knees, almost spent, half drunk with power. He had not called upon his energy in so long, he had forgotten how exhilarating it felt. After a moment, he was able to collect himself and the god walked over to where the young woman’s' still form lay. He noticed that she was still breathing and was thankful. It would look awful if he had arrived to a Calling and the mortal was dead already...

He moved his hands over her slim body, noting her injuries. A minor concussion, busted lip, three... no, four broken ribs, a punctured lung, all ten of her fingers broken, along with her right wrist and left ankle.

The God of the Sun sighed as he finished assessing her injures, wishing he had made it to her side sooner. Ten seconds really is just too long. Back in his prime, his arrival time was typically three seconds, though his personal record was one second.

Apollo looked at the girl again, this time taking in her features. She reminded him of the nymphs that had always been playing around. Thin features, all of them mischievous and beautiful. Her ears had a lingering look of a sprite, the tips pointed slightly. Her hair was odd, a dark brown in the back and in the front, a red that strongly resembled freshly spilt blood. Her lip was pierced on the left side, giving her face symmetry, as her hair fell over her right eye, mostly obscuring it. His eyes wondered down, following her long, elegant neck where bruises were already forming. His eyes lingered on her torn black shirt, barely able to make out the words 'Pirate captain' printed in bright blue letters. The shirt only just managed to cover her (he was sure) lovely breasts. A good portion of her slim stomach was revealed, leading him down to black and white checkered skirt she wore, which was pushed up to her hips. He smoothed the material down, knowing she would feel violated when she awoke again. His blue eyes finally made it down to her bare feet. There was no telling where her shoes were...

Knowing how severe her injuries would become if she did not find a healer soon, Apollo decided to take her to his son, Asklepios, so that he could heal her.

Another sigh, then he lifted the light girl up and, had anyone been there to witness it, they would have said he simply... dissolved with the girl.