The roar of thunder could be heard from a distance as the rain rushed down in fury. Droplets of water played against the metal buckets left outside by the villagers in rhythms of a chaotic beat. The whinny of horses were heard from the stables, chained to the rhythm of the down pour.
In the ironic 'peace' of the village, Apollo peeped from the opened wooden windows into the dark streets of Idris as he anxiously waited like a sheep to the slaughtered, for his father's return. His momentarily steady pulse jumped at the slightest foot step heard against the concrete outside.
"Apollo, get away from the window. It is not safe." His mother said quietly as she led him away from the cold of night towards the warmth beside the fireplace.
"Your father will be back soon, any moment from now. Don't worry your fragile little heart." The older woman assured as she gently brushed her thumbs against Apollo's cheeks. "Now let me go get you a bowl of hot soup to keep you warm, I'm sure that will cheer you up."
Apollo's frown instantly turned into a big grin at the offer as the elderly woman hurried and disappeared behind the door. He sighed and stared at the window. He just couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Goosebumps covered his pale skin, a sign of cold or was it fear?
The bang of the front door bursted open startled Apollo, spiking up his fear. The sound of blades slashing through flesh and spilling blood with the screams from the servants confirmed his previous feeling.
The door to the inner chambers which separated him from the tragedy flew open and revealed his mother stained with blood. His eyes shot wide open at the sight.
"Apollo, hurry. Put on your coat." His mother instructed as she pulled the fur off the bed and engulfed Apollo with it. She led the terrified boy towards the window and helped him climb out.
"Mother, what is going on. Where is father?" Apollo demanded with hot tears falling off his wet lashes. His mother ignored his questions and quickly fastened a chain round his neck which held a stone that shone green.
"Apollo listen to me. Mother and Father loves you more than anything in the world okay?" The woman said in tears as the chaos at the front door got closer. She looked at her child for the last time and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Now run into the forest towards the Great White mountains. The Spirits will guide you to safety, now go, go!" His mother commanded with tears stained cheeks, knowing she would never see her son again.
Apollo dashed into the streets which were on fire. The smoke rose up into the sky as the village was under attack. Apollo ran as fast as his little feet could go and escaped into the dark woods. Each step he took was somehow guided by the glowing light of his pendent and lead him towards the mountains.
The fierce winds blow against the trees, snapping few branches and sent them falling along his path. The screams of the night sky and the dark of the forest sent him falling into a pool of muddy water beneath his feet.
In the midst of his plight, his pendent shone with a brilliant green light as the air whirled around him. Slowly, the mud began to freeze and caged him, trapped and lost in the depths of a frozen iceberg.
