Haikus From Trials Of Apollo Novels & Stories

The angel apprentice who was now snapped from his reverie blinked rapidly before he swatted the Halfling’s hand. “Aw!” “Tsk. Listen, there is more,” said Apollo Sky. He remembered the information that would either break the two or make them. He continued, “Two days from now, the final trial will commence.” “You have to take us there.” Merlin stepped forward in front of Apollo Sky. Swirling inside his albino red eyes were emotions of fear and anxiety, something that could be reflected upon the frozen Levi’s lilac eyes. Nodding his head as he agreed to Merlin, Levi stepped forward as well. “No. You have to take us to Maleficent right now.”

he asked. I nodded, and Apollo stepped back. I approached the monument, feeling the energy coursing through my veins. As I touched the stone, I felt a sudden jolt of power. Visions flooded my mind, images of ancient civilizations and mystical creatures. I saw myself, standing tall and proud, my power shining like a beacon in the darkness. And I knew that I was meant for something greater. Something amazing. I opened my eyes to find Apollo smiling at me. "You have seen your true potential," he said. "Now, let us begin your training."

he screamed like a mad dog! The other members followed suit very quickly. In an instant, the monsters started chasing them. “Aaaa, damn it! They look like they're going to eat us!” shouted Apollo. But the fighter didn't say a word. He focused on the slippery ground in front of him. He intentionally swerved by a degree large enough to cause the monsters to slip and fall. It was quite successful, as more than half of the monsters had fallen and failed to catch up to them. “Hahaaaaa!!! This is very fun!" Apollo seemed to feel the adrenaline rushing through his body. "Let's do something even more fun!"

Apollo being really at the bottom of his helplessness and hopelessness. “You’re going to die soon, but you still dare to challenge and rebel against me! You’re going to hell shortly afterwards, but you still dare to mess up with me and don’t want to give those Crudus’ violins to me! You’re such a brave and a courageous idealist, aren’t you!” “We still don’t know who will win and who will lose, Hansen…” hissed Mr. Apollo with his immense cynicism and sarcasm. Mr. Hansen Huang’s eyes gawked extremely widely and broadly seeing the change in his opponent’s facial expressions. Mr. Apollo’s facial expressions suddenly changed from hopeless expression to cynical as well as ironic expression.

Apollo arrived carrying his lyre, testing the acoustics of the space with soft, experimental notes. "The sound will carry perfectly from here to the meadow," he said, strumming a chord that filled the corridor with warmth. "I've composed a new piece for the dedication—blending mortal folk melodies with divine harmonies. Eirene will join me, and we've asked a choir of mortal children to sing the chorus. There's nothing more powerful than young voices singing of hope and possibility."

“He has left.” Apollo excitedly spoke as he came ripping into there small cottage house. Hasik looked up from the paper he was reading to smile at him. Dropping it on the table he rose. Reaching his arms to the air he stretched his back causing a few small pop sounds.