Chapter 6
Slithering Death
The land had not known such a summer as that. It was a time free of war and of ravaging fire. Crops across the land of Pieria and Thessaly thrived like never before, and the hearts of mortals overflowed with goodness and gratitude that pleased the Gods, whose altars constantly burned with offerings.
The world was bursting with life, colour, light and, of course, song. The earth about lofty Olympus was truly the Gods’ garden, the Hesperides almost paling by comparison.
On a lonely cliff overlooking the world, along the hidden pathways and hunting grounds of the Gods, Apollo sat upon a rocky outcrop. His sky blue cloak billowed about him in the hot summer air, his silver bow across his lap as he sat listening to the music that wove its way up to him from the re
