THRID POV
Apollo strolled out of his room feeling better than before. He smiled secretly as he quickly but silently left the nymph's present without her noticing. Just as he was about to reach the gardens. a white speckled unicorn stood in front of him. Stomping his feet at him angrily, threatening him with snarls and stomps. He frowned, searching his memories to where he has seen the Unicorn before... then he remember. 'What is Fernaco doing here?' He questioned himself, Fernaco was supposed to be in the fields of Elysium along with the others.
Fernaco bayed and bucked landing with a big thud on the ground, sending blue sparks from his hooves. The sparks didnt go unnotice from Apollo, feeling insulted he bellowed to Fernaco, “Fernaco! What is the meaning of…” the soft sounds of sobbing silented Apollo in his tracks. He peered over Fernaco to find a little girl clinging on so tightly and trembling, she was sobbing so quietly that it was almost unheard. Apollo’s features soften as he now realised why Fernaco was so protective, he was just protecting the child, supposedly one of the new born feys. They were know to wonder into Mount Olympus, however they're easily startled and are usually harmless. Unless somone was to anger his or her mother. But there was something very familiar about her, something about her. Then he gasped when he realized who it was, “Evola” he whispered. He slowly stepped forward towards the unicorn, hesitantly reaching out as a sign of truce.
Fernaco refused answer to Apollo’s truce and stood his ground snorting and shaking his head. Defending Evola with all this might, but Apollo didn’t give up.
“Its okay, Fernaco the Daring One, I know you mean only to protect your mistress,” Apollo smiled cautiously as he took steps closer to Fernaco who had eventually stopped snorting and stomping.
‘Are you sure you’re not going to hurt her? Like your sister did?’ Fernaco yelled at the God, knowing fully well the consequences, going against a god or goddess even for a magical being like him is dangerous and could suffer sever consequences. ‘My mistress is not awaken yet and I hope she never will be!’ he didn’t give enough time for Apollo to answered and carried on ‘Don’t you think she has suffered ENOUGH already, Apollo?!’
Apollo was taken back by Fernaco’s courage and determination to protect his mistress. After all those centuries of being confided to only his field, he had never been able to stay by her side when she was exiled or even watch from afar to see how his mistress was coping through each life she lived. It took him almost two centuries just to return to himself, but there were still traces left of the transformation that took place in his heart and soul. Torn away from her, Fernaco had always sent prayers everyday to Poseidon that somehow he would be able to serve his mistress once more even just for a moment but now this has happened, Apollo know all to well that he’s is not willing to be separated from her ever again.
“Dear Fernaco, I... have no ill intention to harm her.” He reassured him as he got closer and closer.
It’s been centuries since he seen Evola, he was also worried for that little goddess. The banishment that was sentenced that day came so suddenly, it took the other gods by surprised especially him, Hera, Persephone, Demeter and Hades. Nobody knew the reason why Zeus banished her from Mount Olympus when clearly she had done nothing wrong.
Apollo still remembered that day as if it was yesterday, all the gasp and shock faces, but what was made him remembered it most; was the expression that some of the gods and goddess including his sister made. A face full of relief, yet hatred and wickedness and to him; that would never be forgotten.
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Zeus’s words echoed, “Evola, Goddess of Honesty, Innocence and Guardian of Life; I hereby decree you banish of this day, you are to live a mortal life, it will be pitiful but eventually you'll be killed in the most painful and torturous ways for ETERNITY!” The other Gods and Goddess gasped as they heard the sentence again her, Athena covered her mouth and cursed and her owl hooted angrily, Hera stared at her husband in disbelief, Aphrodite struggle for breathed taking each breath harder than the one before. Apollo and Fernaco froze where they were none of the Gods and Goddess could believe what they just heard.
