Help came when they had least expected it. the man who had approached the distressed demigods in the middle of the night had a warm smile on his face. He was handsome, dressed in a bhagwa dhoti and an angavastram of the same colour. The rudraksha on his neck meant that he had vowed celibacy for life. "Kya hua hai? Koi samasya hai?" (What has happened? Is there any problem?) They were skeptical to ask for help, in a strange land. What if he was a member of the enemy camp, but Apollo had fainted and Percy was missing. The group referred to their impromptu leader, Nico di Angelo, who deemed the odds good enough. "One of our friends has fainted, can you help us?" "Of course." The man knelt where Apollo was unconscious against William and out of seemingly nowhere conjured a strange flower.

He held it close to the God's face who sniffed at the fragrance - it was calming, even to the mortals. As the golden god started to stir, that man looked up t them and smiled, "A strange friendship you have for sure... One is seemingly 15, one is over 4000 while the rest are teenagers." "Who are you?" Apollo rasped, though he had an inkling of who the one in front of him was. "Jai Shree Ram, mitra! Ab kaisa lag raha hai?" (Hail Lord Ram, friend! How are you feeling now?) "Mahabali? Did not expect you here!" "Jaha mere Ram, waha main." "(I am wherever my Ram is.) The God somehow got to a sitting position and held the others hands in his, "You recognise me, don't you?" "Hmmm. Bachpan main jab khaane ki koshish ki thi, tab Helios tha. Mahabharat ke samay tum se hi toh yudhh kiya tha." (Hmmm. When I attempted to eat the sun in my childhood, it was Helios. During the Mahabharat era, it was you I fought.) "Not only me, you battled literally every Sun god simultaneously, man! But I need help!" 

"Pehle mandir chalo. Ram ji ke darshan karo. Phir tumhe raasta mil jayega..." (First, come to the mandir. Meet Shri Ram. Then you will find the way you were searching for.) The Ram Mandir of Ayodhya looked breathtaking, decorated with diyas and candles. The incense in the air was heady. The moment Apollo locked eyes with Ram Lala (the idol of Lord Ram is one of a five year old, so he is called so), his conscience was pulled in a pocket dimension. The young child there invited him to sit beside him by the river. "Pyaar dhundh rahe ho?" (Searching for love?) Apollo just stared at the ground, "He's my soulmate." "I've heard that you are the God of music in your pavilion." "Yes." "Take this. Kaam aayega." (It will be of use.) Apollo caught a golden flute before it could break his nose. "Love is complicated, O seer of Future. No one knows how it will work out, but whatever happens, don't lose hope." "Where can I find him?" "i can't tell you that, but from here, go South-east, follow the Ganges. She'll help you." Apollo nodded and got up to go, when he was called from the back, "Oh! One more thing!" "Yes?" "When you find the Arishtanemi, give the flute to them, they'll need it even more."