Agents of Armageddon XXEmilia was dreaming. Again. A man was coming to her in her dream, a tall stranger with burning sapphire eyes who had a foreign lilt to his language. Hair with the colour of aged brass curled about his head like a lion's mane. His bronze skin made a startling contrast against the jade-green tunic that reached to mid-thigh. It was opened in the side over one lean muscled shoulder, a row of lapis buttons left unused. His tool of the trade, a five-stringed lyre, hangs on his back and he carried a bag with a few commodities in. "I'm Apollo" he stated, hailing her with both hands open, showing that he carried no arms or at least no ill intent. "Y