How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
~John Milton, "Sonnet 7"~
"What do you mean 'she's asleep'?" asked Apollo, his eyes wide.
"I mean, she's asleep. It's unlike any coma I've ever seen. One second she's awake and pushing, the next she's unconscious. I don't know what we're going to be able to do." explained the doctor.
Apollo paced around the room, and finally murmured, "I need to go get some fresh air."
He left the doctor and Peter behind, staring solemnly.
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Apollo's Awakening
NouvellesApollo was always an artistic, musical, all around nice kind of guy. He danced, made instruments, learned archery, even met a couple of nice women. He was as nice as a god could get, anyway. Of course, this was all before he fell into the portal.
