Killian was walking with his mother, The Morrigan, through the immaculately landscaped grounds of the mansion when he heard the braying of goats. Turning from his mother and their walk, Killian’s eyes searched for the source of the very out of place sound.
His eyes quickly marked a chariot lurching through the sky pulled by two goats towards Killian and his mother. Killian had seen many things in his time travelling with his mother, but this was decidedly the most odd.
As the odd chariot drew closer, the ground started to shake and a great chasm appeared in an empty space of grass as the earth was torn open. From that tear, amazingly, drove a perfectly black limousine which drove slowly on the grass towards Killan and his mother. Once the limousine had cleared the tear in the earth, the ground closed and quickly knit itself back together as if nothing had happened at all.
The limousine pulled up to Killian and his mother and two men stepped from the car. The older of the two looked middle-aged and wore what appeared to be a very expensive suit. The younger looked to be a few years older than Killian and wore what Killian considered to be the most ridiculous pants he had ever seen.
Before anything could be said by anyone, the strange goat-drawn chariot slammed into the ground. From the chariot hopped another two men, one a great brute of a man with firey red hair and a great red beard, the other a young man, Killian guessed to be a year or two his junior.
The great red-haired man spread wide his arms and bellowed, “Greetings all! Be at ease, Thor Odinson has arrived! Now, where is the master of this house?”
Before anyone could answer, a terrible, whining roar broke the calm silence of the paradisal grounds. The sound was not unlike that of a jet engine, and it sounded close. As one, the six turned their heads skyward to see a great fireball streaking towards them at a fantastic speed. The fireball approached the ground, still at full speed, and came to a complete stop about a foot from the ground, all of its momentum instantly gone. They could all see that through the flames there was another chariot, golden and ornate. Riding the chariot were another man and another boy. The man had shining golden blonde hair and seemed exceedingly happy. The boy appeared to be about the same age as the hulking lad with the boistrous red haried man.
As the two stepped down from the flaming chariot, the older of the two said, “Please be welcome in my home. I am Apollo.”
Thor laughter heartily and thundered, “Good show Apollo, quite the entrance! Now, I’m starving, anyone else like a bite of goat?” And with that, he pulled a massive hammer from his belt and smashed it into the head of one of the goats pulling his chariot.