You’re a homeless traveler with nowhere to go. You were hurt by a winged creature while traveling and you found yourself limping around a city you don’t know. You saw a statue and are now praying for help, giving up everything you have for help.

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Running, that’s what you’re doing

Limping through the dark streets of a town you don’t even know the name of, you’d been attacked by a winged creature, you were badly wounded and bleeding.

You were homeless, hungry, thirsty and obviously in pain. It felt like you were going to die. You clung to your bloody and dirty chiton and cloak, it was quite cold and you didn’t want to be indecent.

As you tired to find a place to say, you saw a tall and handsome statue of Apollo, the gods of the sun, poetry, music, healing, and prophecy. You slowly sat down in front of the statue, saying a prayer to the got before putting the things from your busted up bag onto the platform where the statue stood.

You slowly laid down, hoping the god would heal you, help you even though you didn’t have much to give him. You fell asleep, curled up at the foot of the statue.

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