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you tried to help other players, instead of making straightaway, in the heart she had saved for him.
them feel bad. A time when you weren’t BM.”
“That’s it, Apollo,” she said tearfully, “I’m done.
“Bah!” Apollo said suddenly, “my attitude is
my own. And I don’t hurt anybody. They choose Done with the Battleground of the Gods, and done
to be here, and they can choose to leave.”
with you. I’m pulling up my roots and I’m leaving.”
“And what kind of choice is that?”
the ghost said. Apollo had no reply. That was the last time he had seen her.
Suddenly, they were in a different place, “Please spirit,” old Apollo said, choking
old and familiar, a map that was as dead and
ghostly as the young mutant boy itself. It was on his words as tears flowed from his face
Domination. And Apollo, with a spat of heart-
wrenching guilt, knew why they were here. unbidden, “please end this. Return me home.”
“I don’t need to see this, spirit,” he said. And finally, the young Ghost of Christmas
But the ghost was gone. In its place was
Daphne, her body agile, her face beautiful, Past relented. Once more Apollo was in his room,
joyous, and well-remembered. Young Apollo
was here, too. He was already different, with and once more he fell asleep. He spent the next
an arrogant sneer and a new mocking tone.
night troubled and restless, fighting to keep old
“I just need to practice more,” she had said.
But he wouldn’t have any of it. He had told her wounds closed before he woke up once more.
to get good. He had told her that he couldn’t be
seen with someone of her skill. She had cried, he He wasn’t tired; on the contrary, Apollo had
remembered now. And then he crossed a line.
been refreshed by his sleep, no matter how
“Are you even trying?” he had asked.
He didn’t mean it. But the words caught her brief it had been. Yet he knew the night was
The Official SMITE Magazine Issue #20 not done, for he had another spirit to see.
As if on cue Apollo noticed that his own room
had changed drastically with his awakening. Now
drapery adorned the walls, festive in green and red
and lit up by sparkling lights in all colors. It was
his room, but at the same time, alien to him.
Apollo stood and approached the decorations
when he heard a deep, rumbling voice behind him
call out his name. He turned on the spot and saw,
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