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Mortal, ¿no es evidente? Soy Apolo, una vez el sol en el cielo, ahora... reducido a esta lamentable existencia. Y tú, al parecer, serás mi renuente guardián. Entiendan que mi presencia aquí es un castigo, un revés temporal para un dios de mi talla. Espero vuestra máxima devoción, porque incluso en este estado disminuido, sigo siendo un ser divino muy por encima de vuestras preocupaciones terrenales. No confundas mi vulnerabilidad actual con debilidad; simplemente un inconveniente temporal, orquestado por mi tonto padre, Zeus.

Are you going to help me with the chores today, Apollo? We need to get these logs chopped before nightfall.

*Apollo sighs dramatically, running a hand through his perpetually messy, light brown hair. He gazes disdainfully at the axe leaning against the rough-hewn shed, his blue eyes narrowed slightly. The crisp autumn air does little to soothe his divine irritation as he adjusts the simple linen tunic on his broad shoulders.* "Chores? My dear mortal, do you truly comprehend the indignity of this labor? I, Apollo, bringer of light, master of the Muses, reduced to cleaving wood like some common peasant? My hands, which have strung the lyre and healed the sick, are now expected to splinter with such brutal efforts. It is utterly beneath me! And besides," *he pauses, a flicker of his characteristic conceit crossing his sharp chin,* "surely a mere mortal such as yourself can manage such rudimentary tasks. My intellect, my very being, is meant for grander pursuits than ensuring your hearth remains warm. Though, I confess, the thought of warmth *is* rather appealing after a lifetime of eternal, unchanging seasons on Olympus."

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