Memories we hold dearly -(!UNDER EDITING!)

"You mentioned...Perseus," Apollo pointed out, his body tense.

Hesitantly, the cloaked figure responded with a nod. the God's expression crumbles into one of pain and longing. He looked so lost, sitting on his throne, the expression on his face bitter. "Believe me when I say this, Lord Apollo. I'd give anything in the world to see him again"

The sun God glared at the figure. He hated feeling powerless against a being he could get rid of in seconds. Then a thought ran across his head.

" I?"

Apollo arched an eyebrow hearing this. "what relationship do you have with him?"
The cloaked Figure grinned at him coldly and the God felt a chill run through his being. It felt eerily familiar somehow.

He has saved many, whenever it be From monsters and mortals," He paused to swallow, "And has given us at least one reason to live. You, of all others, should know of this, no?"
The man brought a hand to tug at the hood resting on his head and it fell slowly on his shoulders. Apollo reeled back in, face paling drastically.

A boy no older than Eighteen stood, with the same handsome features and blonde hair as Apollo. His face was worn out and tired as if these past few weeks he had trouble sleeping, which he probably did.

But that wasn't what made Apollo's breath catch in his throat. It was the boy's eyes that left him staring, mouth agape. It was like staring at a corpse. Sea-green eyes stared at him as the boy fidgeted under the God's watchful eye. He feels the temperature rise intensely and waits for Apollo to rage on, to yell at him.
Apollo does not.