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theophany: the day of the lights

Geoffrey Armstrong has been re-elected, with a little help from his friends, and America has declared war on the Middle East once more. The Justice Cultists have completed their ritual. Olimpos is closed for renovations. Cronus has vanished from Tartarus. No bird will carry a divine message. The Kallikantzaroi have cut clean through the World Tree.

For one year, starting January 6th, all gods will be as mortals.

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[ When the change happens, when the realms shift and a thread he hadn't even known to exist snaps like the string of his lyre pulled taut before the crest in an age-old song - Apollo has a brief moment of panic. Fleeting, short; he has to find Artemis. Not for fear of what comes next, because the Delian King knows that when the time comes for action, his sister will carry the arrows for his bow and he, hers in turn. It's not worry or concern or the need for reassurance that it's not just him, that Gaia has not forsaken him and him alone.

It's not that. It's just.

He knows he's not alone, and it's painfully disorienting. To feel all and one and nothing at all, separated from a part of himself; cut off from the Sun and the earth and his family, too. There's only one he can turn to, naturally. Artemis delivered him once before, protected their mother from their batshit Queen and guided him safely into this world. Surely, she can bring him back to it, help him to retune what feels so horribly out of sync.

His familiars don't answer and he can't seek the portals. He could look for Hermes or - their mother, he thinks, he would seek out kind and loving Leto, were she not guised and protected from the one and the all - so Apollo has to rely on the last line to her when she leaves, frightfully fickle and he has never hated technology the way he does now. ]

Come on, El, now is not the fucking time to ignore your thrice-damned mobile.

[ Pick up. Pick up. He swears and breathes and waits, because that's all he's left to. They will figure this out. They will. ]

[She misses. Artemis watches the buck disappear into the trees and the fog, and that's how she first knows that something has happened. The awareness of everything else comes next: the beating of a heart in her chest, the sheer necessity of breath. A few minutes without it is all it would take, and how do mortals live like this. Vulnerability is unknown to her.]

[Now she's shaking like some little girl; not in fear, but with rage. This is her domain. Everything in the shadow of the mountains is her hunting ground. But the earth beneath her feet suddenly feels cold and unwelcoming.]

[She lingers stubbornly, until the scream of a mountain lion in the distance reminds her that she's no longer the forest's most lethal huntress. And then she gets lost, as ridiculous a concept as someone getting turned around inside their own house. By the time she makes it back to her jeep, she's nearly frozen, and throws her bow into the passenger seat.]

How does this stupid thing work...

[She's never had to use the heater before. From the depths of her back seat, a cell phone starts to ring. Artemis knows who's on the other end, even without their bond.]

Alexandros, what the hell is going on?