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Despite it only being five in the morning, the picturesque city of Venice Italy was already bustling with people, both natives and tourists. The canals were already full of activity, boats of all kinds speed along, heading toward their destinations. The streets were full of people talking excitedly about who knew what, and most were holding a paper cup of coffee, which was pretty necessary to stay alive, especially at such an early hour.
Because it was so crowded, no one really payed much mind to the person who had randomly appeared in the middle of one of the streets, easily blending into the crowd. Or at least, he tried to blend in. It was actually quite hard to do when you looked the way this person did, practically radiating something that seemed inhuman. Turning his head slightly, Apollo carefully study's his reflection in a store window, frowning slightly when he realized he'd forgotten to disguise himself before appearing. He knew that realistically, he could still disguise himself, but he'd have to mess with the mortals minds a little, and he was completely against that. He sighed softly, resigning himself to being stared at the whole time he was there.
Looking away from his reflection, the sun god started walking down one of the many winding streets, his body already knowing where he wanted to go, and he didn't even have to think about how to get there, which was good since his mind was already clouded with thoughts, most dark and unpleasant. "No," He told himself firmly. "No dark thoughts before you get coffee." That seemed to work, because his mind remained peacefully blank until he reached his destination.
After a few minutes, he came to a stop in front of Cafe del Doje, a quieter spot in the city that both had great coffee, but was also calm enough for him to relax and sort through his mess of thoughts. Plus, he gets to see the Rialto Bridge, which was one of his favorite spots to just walk and think. Not to mention that he was there while they were building it, quietly observing. He sighed, his mind already starting to spiral. "Can't even have some peace for one minute." He muttered in Greek, shoving open the door and walking inside. He was immediately hit with the cent of coffee, and he unconsciously relaxed, simply breathing it in. Slowly, he made his way to counter, where he was greeted by the baristas. "You're usual?" One asked, having already poured the coffee into a cup and was now reaching toward one of the many sweeteners he usually asked for. Apollo looked down, slightly blushing at the realization that he really must've been there a lot if they knew him so well.
"In realta, questa volta prendero solo tre bicchierini di caffe espresso." He said apologetically, clasping his hands together on the counter. His usual barista raised an eyebrow, brushing back a strand of dark hair. "Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased you're not going to have your daily dose of death in a cup, but I can also tell something's wrong with you. You don't have to talk to me of course, but just know I'll be here to listen if you decide to." Apollo tilted his head slightly, quickly studying her. As the god of truth, he could sense if she was lying, or had other intentions. He was honestly expecting her too, so he was stunned to find no hint of a lie in her statement. He could feel his eyes start to water, and he mentally cursed himself for getting so emotional. "Grazie." He said softly, wrapping his hands around his cup, grateful for the warmth. After giving the girl one last slightly forced smile, he turned and left the cafe.
Hermes was waiting for him at one of the out door tables, a bag of some kind of pastry's in front of him. Apollo didn't even ask how he knew he'd be here. If the baristas, who make hundreds of coffees daily could recognize him, it wasn't hard to believe that his way to busy brother noticed where he went when his head became to much. So with a tired smile, he dropped into the seat across from him, immediately getting a small cake pushed in front of him. Apollo could immediately tell that it came from one of the cafe on Olympus, and he happily took a bite.
"So, what's bothering you this time?" Hermes asked, taking Apollo's cup and took a drink. He immediately made a face, pushing it back. "That's disgusting dude," He said, his face scrunched up. "Now I know something's really wrong. You never get something this... simple." Apollo huffed out a laugh, his lips turning up in his first genuine smile in a few hours. "There's nothing wrong with a simple drink my dear. Perhaps I just wanted to try something different this time." Hermes shrugged. "I didn't say something was wrong with a simple espresso, but the last time you had one was when you and your sister got into a fight..."
Apollo looked down at the table, taking a sip of his coffee. "It... it wasn't that bad." He said, attempting to smile. He must've given his brother one of his golden pretty boy smiles, because he was now being glared at. "Do not put up that mask around me Apollo," He hissed, green eyes flashing. "You know I can see through it.." Apollo crossed his arms, pouting childishly. "Stop being so observant Hermes. You're not my therapist!"
"Sure seems that way." Hermes grumbled, taking another pastry from the bag and taking a small bite. "And since I'm your new therapist, you might as well tell me what dear Artemis said this time." Apollo didn't answer for a few minutes as he mindlessly picked at the cake in front of him.
"It's nothing new." His voice was quiet and sad, finally lowering his guard enough to let Hermes in. "I don't even know how it happened. I had just been playing my guitar, and she walked up to me." Apollo was twisting his hands together, his blond hair hiding his face from Hermes. "I tried to be civil toward her, but..."
Hermes reached out, taking one of Apollo's hands and squeezing it in both of his. Unwillingly, the memory of Percy Jackson doing the same flashed in his mind, and he ducked his head to hide his face. He'd been thinking a lot of his young friend/ therapist lately, but he didn't think to much about it. He could only handle one problem at a time.
"What did she say to you?" Hermes asked, and Apollo jumped slightly, forgetting that they were having a heart to heart in the middle of Italy. Taking another sip of coffee, he was surprised but happy when he found that it now had the slight taste of nectar. He sent Hermes a small smile and started to play with his fingers, a habit that he'd picked up a while ago. He tried not to do it often, especially around other gods. It was apparently to much of a mortal thing. But right here, right now, he felt perfectly safe and comfortable. There was only one other person he felt that way around, but he refused to think about him, at least for now. Instead, he forced himself to answer his brother's question.
"She just started insulting me at first, nothing to bad." He was lying of course. Everything his sister said was not just harmless insults. They've known each other their whole lives, and she knew exactly what to say to make him hurt; something she didn't hesitate to do. Hermes also seemed to know that it wasn't just a small argument either, because his free hand that wasn't being played with by Apollo was clenched into a fist, his eyes full of anger. "What did she say to you?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Apparently I'm not good for anything but fucking around and making babies. I don't take my responsibilities seriously, and do whatever I want with no concern of the consequences. It's all the same stuff really." Apollo shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. He wasn't sure why he continued to pretend around Hermes when it never worked. He supposed it was just instinct to protect himself, and he hated it. Why couldn't he just be open with the one person he loved more than anyone?
Hermes let out a low growl, his hand tightening around Apollo's. George and Martha were hissing furiously now, and even rats seemed to be far from George's mind now. Well, except for the fact that he wants to eat Artemis as though she were a rat. Apollo didn't know how to react to that, so he kept quiet, finishing the last of his drink. As much as he hated thinking about his sister's words let alone repeat them, he felt happier after telling Hermes. He didn't know how he could help, but it felt nice to just.. tell someone. It made the thous in his eead fade temporarily.
"So... I'd kill your sister if it weren't for a few things." He said casually. Apollo sighed. It hadn't been the first time he'd heard Hermes's death threats toward Artemis. He knew that he couldn't stop him from talking about it so he just listened as he picked at what was left of his cake.
"The main thing of course is that she's imortal, and killing her won't do much good. I mean... I guess I could keep doing it, but..."
"Next point?" Apollo said lightly, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "Well, she has that pack of girls with bows. I'm not afraid they'll target me, since they wouldn't be able to catch me, but it's you I'm worried about. Obviously if I kill her, especially more than once, you'd be the one they go after. It's stupid, but that's just how their brains work. As for my last reason..." Hermes shrugged, resting his cheek on his hand. "You still find some good in her. I don't see how, but you do. You think she'll just be nice to you. I know you don't want me to kill your hopes, so I'll keep quiet, but just... be careful okay?"
Apollo merely sighed, already knowing that was how the conversation would end. He was being warned about his own twin sister. His life was really fucked up.
"Okay," Hermes said, getting to his feet. "I hope your coffee and my presents helped you for now. I really wish I could do more to help but..." Right on queue, his phone began to ring, and Apollo smiled humorlessly. "Go on," He said. "You've got work to do. We'll catch up when you're free." Hermes frowned slightly, his hands clenched. "Please be careful Apollo. Try not to over think on what she says. You deserve better than getting yelled at by your own sister, or by anyone. Remember that."
Before Apollo could speak, Hermes had leaned forward, his lips brushing a light kiss on his temple. "I love you." He whispered, and Apollo felt like crying once again. "I love you too." He managed to say, burying his head against his brothers shoulder and breathing in the familiar cent of fresh newspaper. Even after thousands of years, Hermes was still actually trying to help him, and he didn't know how to feel. Everyone else who's tried had given up. The only one who still tried was his son Asclepius. "Well, and Percy." He thought, and he didn't push the thought away this time. He couldn't help but think that perhaps he had a chance. A chance to get more mentally stable. He at least now knew that he wasn't alone, even though it may seem that way at times. He just had to make himself believe people wanted to help. Hopefully it wouldn't be hard.

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"You know, you remind me of that guy." Apollo jumped slightly, looking away from where Oikawa Toru was currently getting hit in the head by his friend. "I have no idea what you're talking about my dear. I'm nothing like him." Hermes just rolled his eyes, dropping beside him on the giant beanbag he had. "Oh please, don't act dumb. You're both dramatic, put up fake personas around people, and you're both very pretty." Apollo looked down, embarrassed at the compliment. Sure he's heard it before, but it didn't make it easier to listen. "Um... thanks." He said, turning his attention back to the anime.
Hermes smiled, wrapping an arm around Apollo's shoulders. "Don't forget about Percys archery lesson today. Speaking of which, I'm afraid I won't be able to join you today. I've got a lot more packages to deliver than normal." Apollo shrugged, not really concerned about being alone with Percy. It wouldn't be the first time anyway, but he appreciated Hermes telling him. "Thank you." He said, falling back against the beanbag. Hermes smiled fondly, ruffling the soft blond hair. Apollo growled slightly, batting his hand away. "Leave my hair alone," He said with a pout. "Do you have any idea how long it takes to get it perfect?"
"You choose to make it that long, since you use the mortal methods, so it's not my problem." Apollo just huffed, turning away from Hermes. "I hate you." He said, trying to sound serious, but the small smile on his face gave him away. Silence came over them, but neither minded. Between them, no silence was considered awkward, probably because they've spent so much time together, that they didn't need words to fill the space between them.
As they sat there, Apollo's mind began to wander, something that never really went well. When he was lost in thought, it was usually followed up with some sort of emotional mess. He had been born with more emotional capability than all the other gods, which also meant he was more sensitive to what people said to him, not to mention the fact that he got attached to people very easily, which lead to his awful love life. Hermes says that's why Apollo constantly gets depressed and drained. "You've got so much going on in your head Apollo, far more than any mortal. If some of them suffer, I can't imagine what you go through since you've seen worse." Apollo sometimes wishes that he was like everyone else, emotionless and... god like. That wish doesn't really last long however, because he then thinks of everything he would miss if he were to act like the others. The most important one being his children, whom he loved with everything he had, and made sure that they knew it. If he were to change, would he stop caring about them?
Apollo's thoughts shift from his children, to something worse, his mother. Mainly, the day she was locked away. He remembered the way she'd held him before she'd left, her soft voice promising him it would be okay. Turned out it wasn't okay at all. That had been the first time Apollo felt his mind break; the first time his depression had appeared. He'd been unresponsive for years, Hermes by his side throughout all of it. It had also been the start of his relationship with Artemis falling apart. From that day, Apollo's health had only gone down hill. It was one of the reasons he was close with Dionysus as well. He'd been assigned as his temporary therapist.
Without noticing, Apollo had started to spiral, his hands clenching into fists, his body shaking slightly. Hermes was immediately in front of him, his hands resting on Apollo's. "Bebe, I need you to breath." He whispered, though they both knew that it wouldn't help much. Even so, the instruction seemed to ground the god, who slowly began to calm down, his gaze on the ground.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, picking at a lose thread on his jeans. "Don't be ridiculous Apollo," Hermes said, now rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. "You don't ever have to apologize for that. I'm just glad I was here to help. If you don't mind telling me, what were you thinking about this time? Don't force yourself to tell me if you're not ready."
Apollo let out a shaky sigh, his eyes staring at a picture of him and his mother on Delos, small smile on both of their faces. Hermes follows his gaze, and he slumped slightly, his eyes growing distant and sad. "I miss them too." He whispered. "I miss my mother so fucking much, but Lito was always so nice to me. I think of her as a second parent. I'm trying to find a way to visit them, but..." Apollo wined quietly, his lower lip between his teeth.
"Don't do that." Hermes chided gently. "I'll fix it if it bleeds." Apollo said, but he stopped none the less.
At that moment, Apollo's phone buzzed from beside him, and he looked down. "I have to go meet Percy." He said, getting to his feet. Hermes frowned. "You sure you're okay to go?"
"I'll be fine. Like you said, I'm good at putting up a fake persona."
"That's not a good thing."
"No, but I'm used to it. Besides, I'm not going to miss an archery lesson." Hermes sighed. "You do know that Percy can see through your act right?" Apollo shrugged, trying to seem unconcerned. "I'm sure he won't notice."
"Just don't force yourself to do it. Remember that you can leave whenever you need to. He'll understand." Apollo sighed, running a brush through his hair. "I know Hermes. I'll be okay,I promise. "Don't make promises you're not sure you can keep." Apollo raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I'll be fine?"
"Apollo, we both know you're not. You just thought about Leto. You have every right to not be okay. And don't say that it's been years. That doesn't matter. She's your mother."
Apollo bit his lip to prevent the tears that were threatening to spill. He really had to get his emotions under control. He was really starting to get irritated by how easily people can read him. After making sure he looked like his usual cheerful self, Apollo gave Hermes a quick hug, then walked out of his palace. He knew that he could just disappear and be at his destination in a second, but he preferred to walk instead, another thing that the Olympians found weird about him. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care what they thought about him, but he could tell he was lying to himself. Hopefully no one else noticed.

So maybe Apollo had underestimated Percy Jackson a little, but he couldn't help it. No one ever noticed how he really was, except for Hermes and his mother, so the last thing he expected to happen when he appeared outside of Percys house was for the young teen to take one look at him and say, "You're not okay. How about you come in? I think you need a break." Apollo had just stood in the doorway, his eyes wide, not sure what to say. Percy had made the next move, grabbing Apollo's wrist and dragging him inside the small apartment and made him sit on the couch.
It was only when Apollo was sitting with his hands in his lap did Percy start to panic slightly, his face draining of color. "Um, I know I shouldn't have grabbed you like that but... um... don't kill me please?" Apollo laughed softly, tugging Percy down beside him. "It's fine Seashell. I'm not gonna kill you. Just... how did you know I..."
"Was putting up an act?" He finished. "It's in your eyes. You're face seems all happy and fine, but you're eyes are sad. I don't know how else to explain it, but I can tell."
Apollo pursed his lips, staring down at the carpet. "You may be one of the only people that can tell," He said. "Hermes and my mother say the same. There are others, but they're not as... observant."
"You wanna talk about it?" Percy asked, tucking his feet under him. Before he could answer, the front door opened, and in came Percy's mother, her arms full of grocery bags.
As if on instinct, Apollo put on his most charming smile, earning a glare from Percy. "Don't do that. It's not going to work with her anyway. Mom can notice things like that. That's how I could tell something was up with you."
"Lovely." Apollo muttered as Percy stood to help put away the food.
"Hey mom, I have someone over." Immediately Sally Jackson's eyes went to the couch, and her eyes got wide, clearly being able to tell he wasn't just a mortal. Apollo stood, holding out a hand. "I'm Apollo. I'm sorry for..."
"Don't worry about it," Percy interrupted. "I let you in. You really don't look well." Sally took one look at Apollo's face before pulling the stunned god into a hug. Apollo let out a soft gasp, placing his head on her shoulder. This had been the first time he's been hugged like this since Letos goodbye hug. The warmth from this woman's arms only made his emotions return to the surface, and he allowed himself to let go of them, allowing himself to let everything out.
Sally took a seat on the couch, her arms still around Apollo, who was crying quietly, his hands fisted in the fabric of her shirt, the way he'd used to do with Leto. The sofa dipped slightly, and a small hand wrapped against his wrist, the touch calming him down slightly, and slowly, the flow of tears stopped, but the god didn't move from Sally's arms, content to receive as much motherly affection as he could get.
"Do you think you can tell me what happened?" Percy asked, not letting go of his hand which Apollo was grateful for. He needed as much contact as possible at the moment. Taking a deep breath, Apollo turned his head slightly, giving Percy a tight smile. "It was just one of those days where my mind got out of hand." Sally frowned slightly, her arms tightening around him. "I feel as though it may be a little more than that," She said gently. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to of course, but if you do, we'll listen."
Apollo let out a shaky breath, giving Percy's hand a small squeeze. "It's Leto... my mother. I just thought about how long it was since I last saw her."
"Zeus imprisoned her because she was a Titan." Percy told his mother, Apollo merely nodding. "It was after the war against the Titans. Father doesn't want it to happen again, so he locked them all away, even the peaceful ones like my mother."
Apollo had heard plenty of stories of how sweet Sally Jackson was from her son, and how she'd never gotten mad at anyone, except for that time Percy had forgotten to tell her about the Furies in his school. Now though, Apollo ducked his head when he saw the fury on her face. Granted, it wasn't really noticeable, but it seemed very clear to Apollo, who was currently trying to get away from her.
"Mom, you're freaking him out." Percy said warningly, and Sallys face softened, the fury mostly disappearing from her face. "Oh dear, I'm not mad at you. I promise. I'm mad someone could be so paranoid as to lock up you're own child's mother, cutting them off from them for years." Apollo sighed. "He's not exactly a very... parental figure. Doubt he was thinking about how we'd be affected. Though, Artemis seems to be perfectly fine without our mother..."
"Yes, but Artemis doesn't seem to be as emotional as you," Percy said. "Maybe she does miss her, but is just hiding it or something."
Apollo shrugged. "Maybe. But it just seems like she doesn't care. We're not exactly on the best terms right now, so I don't talk to her about mom."
Percy sends him a look like, "Not on the best terms? Really?" But Apollo just ignores it. He wasn't about to burden Sally Jackson with any more of his problems. She's already done more than enough by just being there. Apparently, she didn't agree, because the next thing he knew, she was in the kitchen cooking. Apollo sent Percy a wide-eyed look, getting a smirk in response. "Sorry dude, but I think she's officially adopted you now." The sun god nearly broke down then and there. How is it possible that Sally Jackson could be so nice to someone she just met? Not to mention the fact that said person was a god? His confusion must've shown on his face because Percy just said, "She doesn't care about that. If she sees anyone that needs to be cared for, she'll do it. I told you mom was the nicest person you'll ever meet." And Apollo couldn't agree more.

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Aurora fletcher didn't consider herself as a mysterious person. Sure she received some prophetic dreams and visions, but she didn't let it affect her personality. Or at least, she tried not to anyway. If she used it to her advantage to get unwanted people to leave her alone, no one had to know. Besides, it's not like she does it often.
Aurora also prided herself on not being petty, but she did slip up occasionally. She couldn't help but smile when she thought back to the capture the flag incident. Perhaps she'd taken it a little to far when she said that Annabeth would basically mess something up, but she couldn't take her comments any more. Plus, it wasn't like it was certain that Chase would mess up. It was just... very probable. She was to wise for her own good.
"Hey sis, you okay?" Lee asked, sitting next to her on top of Half-Blood hill. Aurora smiled slightly, closing her notebook where she kept the important things she's seen; which she's been getting a lot of lately. She wondered if Percy had something to do with it. She sighed, leaning her head against her brothers shoulder. "I'm just looking back at everything I saw that was important." Lee frowned slightly. "Anything we should be careful of?" Aurora bit her lip, her hands tightening around the notebook. "I'm afraid that most of it is concerning, and most of it involves Percy."
"Why am I not surprised?" Lee said with a sigh. "I kind of figured he wouldn't have it easy when we learned who his father is."
"Being the son of Poseidon actually plays a major part of it. I can't say much but... you're right about not having it easy, and it will get worse before it gets better."
"Do you see any good coming to him?" Aurora's lips twitched. "I do see something actually. Or... more like someone." Lee rolled his eyes. "Aurora, why would you just say that and not elaborate?" Aurora laughed slightly, her eyes sparkling. "I can't see them very clearly. All I know is that they're blond." Lee let out a groan, falling back against the grass. "Don't tell me you mean Chase? Aurora, we have to save him."
Aurora playfully shoved her brother, trying to seem annoyed. "Annabeth isn't that bad. As his friends, we have to be supportive."
"I am supportive," Lee said. "But I'm also a good older sibling, and I say Jackson deserves someone less... uptight?" Aurora laughed. "Actually, the person doesn't look like Annabeth. Like I said, I can't see them very well, but the body looked wrong. They kind of looked like you?"
Lee frowned slightly. "Um, I don't think it's me, Aura. First, I don't see him that way. I've already told you I see him as a brother, and also... I have a boyfriend." Aurora shrugged, small smirk on her lips. "Aw, you've broken so many hearts Lee. Those poor girls from the Aphrodite cabin." Lee rolled his eyes. "Shut up." Aurora laughed. "That still Doesn't change what I saw though."
In reality, Aurora did in fact have an idea as to who the mysterious person was, but she didn't say anything. She had a feeling if she said it, then it might change the course of her vision, and she wouldn't allow that to happen. They both deserved to be happy, and she wouldn't be the reason it didn't work out.
Lee raised his head from the grass and gave Aurora a look. "But he is going to date Chase right? At least for a bit?" Aurora shrugged. "I think so. I just don't know when or how long." Lee shrugged. "As long as they're better than chase. I can't even imagine how that would be. Don't you see how annoyed he gets when he's called seaweed brain?"
"Of course I do. I tried telling him to speak up about it, but he won't. It's frustrating." Lee nodded. "That's mainly why I hope whoever you saw is better. If the next few years are as bad as you say they are, he'll need a little happiness in his life." Aurora could only nod in agreement.
"Were you two really just talking about Percy's love life?" The siblings turned toward the voice, their faces guilty. "Um... it's a very fascinating subject?" Lee said, making it sound more like a question than a statement. Will frowned slightly, dropping down beside them. "Why is it fascinating?" He asked. Aurora sent Lee a look that said, "You brought this up idiot, so you have to answer him." Lee merely flipped her off before saying, "We were just wondering what his type would be. I was thinking blonds." Will made a face. "You mean like Annabeth?" Lee smiled, pulling him into a hug. "I'm glad you feel the same about her kid. Percy deserves better." Aurora rolled her eyes. "She isn't that bad you two. Don't be so harsh." Will rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying she's a bad person Aura. I'm just saying she wouldn't be good for Percy to date. They're to... different I guess."
Lee sat up then, fixing Aurora with a look. "Do you want them to be together?" Aurora shrugged. "It's whatever he wants really. My input doesn't matter."
"That's just your way of saying no sis." Lee pointed out, receiving the middle finger in response. "Shut up Lee."
At that moment, a familiar sports car appeared, and all three quickly got to their feet. It had been a while since their father has visited, and they were all starting to worry, especially Aurora, who knew first hand what her father was going through. Well, she didn't fully understand, that was kind of impossible, but she'd been there through some of his harder times, which scared her as a child, but she eventually learned how to help him through it. Fortunately though, it seemed as though he was okay for now, and she relaxed, allowing herself to be pulled into his arms.
"Hello my dear," He said. "It's good to see you. I know it's been a while. Father's been trying to keep me busy.“ She scowled up at the sky, once again resenting the so called king of the gods. To her, Zeus was nothing but a dictator; someone worse than Hitler and Stalin. She of course didn't say that, but the people that knew her could tell what she was thinking. "It's fine dad." She said, even though it really wasn't. "Who was Zeus to control if their dad visited them or not? He really had no say in it, since one of the children he had got turned into a pine tree. She tried not to get to angry, but sometimes she just couldn't help it. Apollo was the only real parent she had. She wasn't even going to think about her mother, who hadn't acted like a mother should for most of the time she lived with her.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Lee and Will had caught up to them and were now hugging their father as well. Aurora knew that she couldn't remain angry for long. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her father's good mood, as well as the time they had. Who knew when the next time dictator Zeus would allow him to visit again. So with that thought, Aurora allowed herself to be lead into the main part of camp, where the rest of her siblings were, and tried to keep the anger and frustration from showing on her face. It wouldn't be easy, but if she had to keep prophecys hidden, then something like her emotions would be easy to hide right?

Apollo looked over at his daughter, noticing how her expression seemed a bit closed off. It wasn't something that was noticeable. The only way he could tell was because he had that same look when he was trying to hide something; usually some kind of emotion like anger or sadness. Despite her trying to hide it, Apollo could tell why she was mad. It wasn't exactly a secret that she hated his father, so it was easy to piece together that she wasn't happy with him actively keeping him busy to lessen the time he spends with his children. And if Apollo was being honest, he didn't blame her at all. He wasn't very fond of his father either.
Aurora pretended as though she was indifferent about the whole thing, but he's known his daughter practically since she was born; visiting her whenever her mother left her and Lee alone in their house. Apollo knew she was one of the only people she had left along with her brother, and the fact that he was slowly being forced away from them wasn't being taken well.
Apollo knew that mentioning it in front of everyone wouldn't do much good, so he merely wrapped an arm around her, sending her a small, but genuine smile. "It's going to be fine Aurora," He whispered, loud enough for only her to hear. "No matter how much stuff father makes me do, I promise I'll always find time for all of you. And that's a promise I'll definitely keep."
Aurora's face softened, her stormy expression nowhere to be seen. Her body relaxed as well, and she leaned into his side. "Thank you." She said quietly. Apollo only smiled in response, leading the way to the archery range. He wasn't sure how long he had with his children, but there was no way he was going to waist any of it.

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Apollo let out a cry of despair, falling to the ground in front of the chained doors. He leaned his forehead against the iron, sobs racking through his body. His hands desperately pushed at the door, though he knew it was useless. There was no way he'd be able to go in. No way he'd be able to free her. That thought caused another wave of pain to go through him and he let out another heartbroken wale.
He wasn't really sure how he ended up there. The last thing he remembered was walking through the ruins of the original Mount Olympus, when he'd felt a very familiar presents. He'd immediately ran to it, and now he was here, sitting beside his mother's prison. Which was the closest he'd get to his mother, and he'd be damned if someone tried to make him leave. He didn't care if he caused the world to get destroyed, he was not going to move from this spot, even if Zeus orders him to.
The sun god took a deep breath, allowing Leto's familiar presents to surround him. His mind took him back; back to when he could easily visit her. There were times he'd forgotten to, and he'd always made it up to her, even though he knew she wasn't mad at him. He could imagine she was beside him now, her soft voice either singing to him, or telling him stories. He could imagine how her face would light up with joy when he'd sing to her, his songs always being written especially for her. He could easily imagine a time before the war against the Titans; a time before his mother had been cruelly taken from him; locked up by a paranoid dictator.
A sudden thought came to the god, and it caused the tears to stop, at least for now. Would Leto be able to hear him? Slowly, he raised his head, using the sleeves of the hoodie he'd borrowed from Percy to wipe his eyes, immediately cleaning it afterwards. Once he thought he was composed enough, Apollo stared at the door, his mind racing to figure out something to say. Obviously, it wasn't that easy. How can you just start a conversation with someone you haven't seen in a thousand or so years? How can you tell them that you miss them? Even as the god of poetry, the task of finding the right words was impossible. Finally though, he knew what to do.
After a wave of his hand, his lyre appeared in his lap. Sure the guitar was a more modern instrument, but that was exactly why he was using the lyre. It would make him feel closer to his mother, while hopefully making her feel more comfortable. "Well, if she can even hear me." He thought. He didn't let himself wonder wether on not she even knew he was there; instead focusing fully on getting his instrument ready to play. At first, he wasn't sure what to play, but his dissision was made quickly. If he wasn't able to tell her how much he missed her, then he'd sing it in a song he'll make up on the spot. Resting his fingers on the lyre, Apollo took a deep breath to calm himself. Once he was sure he was composed enough, he started to sing.

On the other side of the door, Leto was miserable. She'd lost track of time, not finding it important when she'd been locked up. What was even the point? It wasn't like she'd be let out anytime soon. Clenching her hands into fists, Leto began walking around her prison. She supposed that for a prison, it wasn't bad. When she'd first seen it, she'd been furious. How dare Zeus imprison her in a replica of Delos, the place where she'd had her beautiful children. Now though, Leto knew that it was a way she could stay connected to both Apollo and Artemis. She couldn't speak to them, but she could at least pretend she was on their birth island. She clenched her jaw, fighting back the urge to kick a tree. She changed her mind. Zeus was a cruel son of a bitch, and she wanted to kill him!
The Titanous was walking around the beach when she felt it, a presents near by. It wasn't very strong, probably because the person was on the other side of the iron doors that trapped her. Leto really hoped it wasn't Zeus making his monthly visit. She was not in the best of moods today, and if she saw the king of the gods, she was probably going to punch him in the face. Sure it would be quite satisfying, but she was afraid he'd take his anger out on her children, especially Apollo, which should wouldn't allow. She'd just have to use her talent with words to hurt him just as deeply as he had done to her. She smiled, her mind already coming up with several things she could say.
As she approached the enterence however, Leto came to a complete stop. Now that she was closer, it was easier to sense who it was on the other side of the door, and she had to grab on to a near by tree to steady herself. She knew exactly who was there, his godly aura was powerful, but it didn't lash out like Zeus. Instead, it was gentle and calming, though she could detect an air of sadness around him like a cloud. Despite this, the fact that it was her baby filled her with a joy she hadn't felt in years. She rushed at the door, desperately trying to open the door and see him. It of course didn't open, but she at least tried.
Then, she heard it, the sound no mother wants to hear from her child. The sob that could clearly be heard through the door broke Leto, and she collapsed to the ground, tears of her own falling down her face due to the raw emotion her son was projecting, as well as her own mixing together. Memories flashed through her head of her and her children, which only made her cry harder. Out of her two children, it was Apollo that visited her the most. The one that would take time out of being an Olympian to spend time with her. Leto didn't pick favorites between her children, at least, not when they would ask, but deep down, she'd always had a soft spot for her son.
Eventually the flow of tears were done for the moment, and Leto wipes at her eyes, doing her best to compose herself. The other side of the door was quiet as well, and for a momment, their was a peaceful sort of silence between them as they tried to think of what to say. But then, the familiar sound of a lyre could be heard, and it was quickly followed by the soothing and beautiful voice she hadn't heard for way to long.
If Leto was being honest, she didn't think she'd ever be near Artemis and Apollo again, and she had done her best to except it. Now though, being only a few feet apart, the hope that she'd one day be free was back, and it was all thanks to Apollo.

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"I think I wanna get a tattoo." Apollo said, staring up at the sky. Beside him, both Hermes and Percy were now staring at him, their faces blank. They had just finished training, and the three of them were just relaxing on the field, just laying down and not thinking for a while. Hermes was scrolling through his phone, and Percy was looking over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Apollo had one ear bud in, soft music from Corelli playing from his phone. He didn't know why he just randomly brought up a tattoo, but their expressions were amusing, so it was pretty worth it.
"What the heck Apollo." Hermes said, giving him a deadpan stare. "Why exactly do you want a tattoo?" The sun god shrugged, turning to lay on his stomach, studying his arms as if wondering where the best place to stab a needle through his skin would be. "I'm just thinking how I've been alive for like four thousand years and still hadn't gotten a tattoo. It's weird isn't it?" Hermes rolled his eyes. "No Apollo. What's weird is that you're thinking about getting stabbed with a needle."
"But Hermes, it sounds cool doesn't it? I've been thinking about what I could get."
Hermes put down his phone, nudging Percy's arm. "Jackson, please tell this idiot that getting a tattoo is a dumb idea. I mean, where are you even going to get one? You do know that mortals won't take it well if they see golden blood coming from your arm." Percy tilted his head slightly, his lower lip between his teeth. "Um... I don't think it's a bad idea,“ Hee said, quickly continuing before Hermes could speak. "I mean, the mist will cover up the gold I'm sure, and he's right about it being weird that he's never gotten one. But like... he could also make one appear, so its really up to him..."
Apollo laughed brightly, ruffling Percy's already messy black hair. "I knew you'd be on my side seashell." He said happily. "You see my dear, it's not a bad idea." Hermes rolled his eyes but sits up, his face resigned. "Fine Apollo, I suppose if you're really set on this..." Before Apollo could ask, Hermes waved his hand, holding up a silver needle. "I can do it for you if you want."
Apollo's eyes widened, and he quickly sat up, slowly backing away from his psychotic brother. "What the fuck?" He said, his voice going up an octave. "Yeah, I don't think..." Hermes held up a hand, his eyes amused. "Relax Apollo, I know what I'm doing. Do you think I'd just stab you without any experience?" Apollo merely stared at him. Hermes sighed, looking away. "Okay, so I probably would, but I promise I know what I'm doing." Percy frowned, studying the needle. "Um, no offence lord Hermes, but I really don't think this is a good idea." The god threw his hands up, his mouth tugged down into a frown. "Do you need me to swear on the Styx? I'm serious, I know what I'm doing. Just... tell me what you want done."
Percy and Apollo glanced at each other. "Well, you could always get rid of it if you don't like it." The teen said, sitting up as well. Apollo pursed his lips, lost in thought. "I suppose that's true..."
"Well?" Hermes said, sounding impatient. "My offer won't last forever you know." Apollo let out a long sigh, falling back into the grass. "Fine, go crazy. Just don't fuck up please?"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Apollo." Came the sarcastic reply. "So, what do you want?" Apollo shrugged. "I said I was thinking about it. I don't exactly have a thing in mind. Surprise me."
Percy frowned. "I really don't think..." Hermes sighed. "Percy, I'm perfectly capable on making something nice for my brother." Percy shrugged. "I mean... depends on what you think is nice I guess." Hermes growled lowly, falling back into the grass. "Fine then Jackson. If you know what he likes so much, why don't you draw the tattoo? Just know that if you mess up, it's not my problem. I'm just here to actually create it." The half-Blood huffed, taking a marker from his pocket. "Fine then. But don't be mad if he likes it."
By this point, the sun god was tuning them both out, both ear buds in now, the violins making him go into a peaceful sort of trance. He turned his head to watch Percy as he uncapped the marker, before reaching for his arm. "Sorry Apollo, but I don't have a piece of paper. Hope you don't mind me drawing on you." The god merely shrugged before turning his head back to the sky, studying the cloud patterns that were starting to form. He really hoped it wouldn't rain. It was far to nice out for that.
Apollo nearly jumps when he felt the warm hand against his arm. He had to force himself to relax. Otherwise, he might've blasted Percy, which really wouldn't have been good. Turning his head again, he saw the teen stare down at his arm, his lower lip between his teeth once again. The marker was gliding across his skin, but Percy made sure to cover up whatever it was he was drawing. Now that this was actually happening, he couldn't help but worry. Was it a good idea to have trusted both of them to decide what would go on his skin? Percy had been right about being able to remove it, but he also wanted his first tattoo to be nice. He sighed, turning his music up slightly. He didn't want to drown out his thoughts. Maybe then he wouldn't regret his life choices. At least, not again. He was sure whatever it was that Percy was creating wouldn't be awful. And even if it was, he made a silent promise to himself that he wouldn't kill the teen. Instead, he'd take it out on Hermes, who was the one actually doing the tattoo anyway. With that plan in mind, the god closed his eyes, losing himself to the music of one of his favorite sons, as well as the feeling of Percy Jackson's hand on his skin, and the feeling of the pen as it drew out his first ever tattoo.

Percy paused what he was doing and looked at the sun gods face. He had his ear buds in, and the faint notes of a violin could be heard. His eyes were closed, and a small, content smile played on his lips. His golden curls spread out around him, a few strands surrounding him in a sort of halo as the sun shown down on him. For some reason, Percy couldn't seem to look away. In this position, the god looked like one of the many paintings and statues in Greece. It was fascinating.
Percy's staring was cut short when he felt something hit him on the side of the head. Jumping slightly the teen turned to glare at Hermes, who was smirking at him, his eyes sparkling. "Are you going to continue your drawing or are you going to just stare at my brother all day?" Percy felt his face get hot, and he quickly looked back down to his drawing, which was almost done. Pushing back his embarrassment, he finished what he was doing, capping the marker and moving back slightly. He really hoped Apollo would like it. He wasn't exactly in the mood to get killed by an angry sun god for an awful job on his tattoo. He had to constantly remember that no matter how pretty and peaceful he seemed, Apollo could also be very terrifying if he wanted to be, and he did not want to be on the receiving end of that temper if he could help it.
The drawing was of a pure white swan with its wings outstretched. On its head rested a crown of Laurel wreaths. Hermes took a few minutes to stare at it, before a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Okay, you got me. He'll definitely love this. You're quite the artist Jackson. Sorry for doubting you I guess." Percy only grinned. "So you don't think he'll kill me?" Hermes rolled his eyes. "He won't kill you." Then he said something under his breath that Percy didn't catch. When he asked what he'd said, the god just grinned. "Don't worry about that Percy. It was nothing. Now, let's get to work shall we?"
It took about an hour or so to finish the tattoo, and the whole time, Apollo had been listening to music, the peaceful expression not leaving his face. He hadn't even jumped when Hermes had used the needle for the first time. Percy doubted he'd even noticed. On the other hand, Percy couldn't look away. All he could do was stare in fascination and horror as Hermes basically cut open Apollo's arm, golden blood pouring out. Percy had really started to worry that Hermes didn't actually know what he was doing, but the graceful way he moved the needle suggested otherwise. If the blood was just part of the whole thing, then he really didn't want to get a tattoo, no matter how cool it was. He didn't think he could stand seeing that much blood coming from him, which was stupid. He was a Half-Blood. He should be used to seeing blood. Apparently, his mind didn't get the message.
Once it was done, Hermes waved his hand, getting rid of all the blood, both on the grass as well as Apollo's arm. Percy's breath caught in his throat when he saw what Hermes had done. It was a perfect copy of his drawing, only this one looked a lot more realistic. The way Hermes had captured it, Percy couldn't look away. While he was distracted, he didn't notice Apollo pull out his ear buds and turn to look at his arm. He didn't see the expression on the gods face. All he felt was Apollo's arms wrap around him in a tight hug, which startled him, but he didn't mind at all. Surely that meant he liked it right? Unless the sun god had a thing where he hugged the people he was about to kill.
His fears were gone when Apollo spoke, his voice soft, holding no anger in it at all. "Thank you, Percy. It's beautiful." Before Percy could emmbarass himself, Hermes spoke up, ruining the peaceful mood. "Excuse me, but don't I deserve some praise as well? Don't be rude Apollo."

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"Peter Percy Johnson, get back here!" Percy let out a small sound of alarm, immediately starting to run. Campers turned to stare at him in surprise as he sprinted past, Mr. D's prised card collection in his hands. It had been a few days since Mr. D had turned him into a grape plant, and he hadn't spoken to him since, which lead up to today. He had somehow stolen the card game, and he had to admit, he had no idea what he was going to do. It had pretty much been a split decision.
As he was running past the volleyball pit, Michael looked up at him, his expression concerned. "Percy, are you okay? Who's chasing you?" Percy came to a stop, collapsing beside the pit. "I um..."
"Percy..."
"Okay fine!" With a sigh, he held up the card deck, getting a glare from Michael. "The shit you get into, Jackson," He sighed. "I'm not going to help you hide. You deserve getting turned into a grape plant." Percy's eyes got wide, and he jumped up, starting to sprint again. He left just in time. Looking back slightly, he saw a huge black leopard gracefully running toward the pit, it's eyes flashing. Percy cursed, increasing his speed. Perhaps he shouldn't have taken the cards, but he also didn't like being ignored, so it really wasn't fair to be chased by a giant cat. He wondered if it was just one of Mr. D's pets, or if the cat was actually the god himself. Either way, the Demigod really didn't wish to find out.
A few minutes later, Percy came to a stop outside cabin seven. Though Michael said he wouldn't help him hide, surely that wouldn't extend to the whole cabin right? Surely Lee and Aurora wouldn't let him get turned into a plant right? Sure he'd been sort of avoiding them but:.. Yeah okay, he totally deserved to be abandoned by them. He hadn't exactly been very nice to them. Looking over his shoulder, Percy nearly jumped when he saw the black cat only a few yards away. It wasn't running any more; choosing to instead stalk him, which totally didn't freak him out.
Taking a deep breath, Percy knocked on the cabin door, sending a silent prayer that cabin seven wasn't mad at him. At first, nothing happened, and the leopard crouched as though ready to pounce. Percy bit his lip, getting ready to run again. Fortunately, just before he got jumped, the door swung open, revealing the surprised face of Lee Fletcher.
"Percy, what?"
"No time. Can I please come in?" Lee looked over Percy's shoulder, then quickly pulled him inside the cabin, closing the door behind him. With a sigh, Percy slid down to the floor, trying his best to catch his breath. Lee stood beside him, his expression a mix of worry and amusement. "Do you mind explaining why you were being chased by a leopard?" Percy frowned, his gaze on the ground. "Um... not really? Michael already sort of lectured me about it."
The sun of Apollo sighed, offering Percy a hand up. "Right then. You can stay here for a bit. Hopefully Mr. D gets over this quickly. Once Percy was standing, Lee lead the way deeper into the cabin, dropping on to his bed. That was when Percy noticed the other person in the cabin; someone he hadn't expected to see there.
"Hi Percy," Connor Stoll said with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling. "Heard you got into some trouble. Tell me about it." Lee rolled his eyes, playfully shoving the son of Hermes. "You are not about to corrupt our innocent Percy." Conner raised an eyebrow. "Sorry Lee, but I already have. He did help us steel Clarisse's spear a few days ago." Percy looked down, his face getting warm. "I mean, I didn't really do anything. You and Travis didn't need me there."
"Perhaps, but it was a bonding moment Percy. Besides, you have to admit it was pretty fun. Anyway, what did you do? I'm sure Lee secretly wants to know too."
"You're insufferable." Lee said, but the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Yeah, but you love me anyway." Connor said brightly, and Percy blinked. Something was going on here, but he couldn't place it. Lee and Connor seemed pretty close. That wasn't the problem though. It was more like... the way they were looking at each other. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't know how to ask either, so he'd keep it to himself for now. Instead, he told them what he'd done.
"You really did corrupt him." Lee said with a sigh, leaning back against the wall. Connor's face had lit up, and he grabbed Percy's hand. "Percy Jackson. You are officially one of my favorite people!" Lee raised an eyebrow, and the son of Hermes went pale. "Um... well... I said one of them." Lee just laughed. "Anyway, how were you able to steal something from Mr. D? You have to teach me your secret!" Percy merely shrugged. "I mean, all I did was take it when his back was turned. It was just laying on the table."
Lee was biting his lip, his face concerned. He looked as though he were about to give Percy a lecture or something. Thankfully, he was saved by Connor placing a hand on his shoulder. "He's twelve, Lee. Let him live a little. After all, he's just been thrown into this world. Not to mention the fact that he's being treated as though he has some kind of plague. Let him get some enjoyment from all this."
Lee's face softened, and he nodded. "You're right. Sorry Percy." Then he turned to smile at Connor. "When did you become so wise?"
"I'm not always thinking about pranks!"
"No, just most of the time."
"I hate you."
"Really? I didn't hear that from you..."
Percy frowned when Connor quickly covered Lee's mouth. He was curious as to what he was talking about now. But before he could ask, the door to the cabin opened, and Percy quickly dove under one of the beds. Thankfully it wasn't Mr. D, but rather the rest of the Apollo cabin. The sound of quiet conversations made him relax, and he carefully slipped out from his hiding spot.
"Um... hi?" He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Michael sighed. "Lee, really? We weren't supposed to help him." Lee shrugged. "I didn't get the message. Sorry." Aurora giggled, wrapping an arm around her brother's shoulders. "I texted you. You were probably to busy making out with your pretty boyfriend to see it."
Percy's brain had officially shut down. It wasn't because no one was surprised to see him just chilling in their cabin. It wasn't even because of the fact the Fletcher siblings, and probably the whole cabin had phones when they weren't supposed to. No, what got to him was... "Wait, you two are dating?" He asked, motioning to Lee and Connor.
For a moment, the cabin was completely silent. Then, everyone starting laughing. "Oh you sweet summer child." Aurora said, leaning against Lee while she laughed. "Did you really not know?" Laurel asked. "It's not like they kept it a secret. It's actually pretty obvious." Percy couldn't answer. He had no idea. Maybe Annabeth's nickname of seaweed brain was partly true. He promised himself then that he wouldn't be as oblivious about that kind of thing again. As he thought that, he met Aurora's gaze, and she smirked.

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Apollo sighed, staring out of the window of his sun car. He wasn't really taking in the view, as amazing as it was, but he was contemplating his life, something that he hated doing, but at times it just couldn't be helped, like today. Apollo had been driving through the sky while listening to some soft music when he'd felt a presence in his head. At first, he wasn't really concerned. It could be Hermes just wanting to talk, or it could be someone praying to him. Those events happened enough to where he didn't get startled by it any more. However, what he hadn't been expecting was to feel the anger radiating from whoever it was. He'd immediately payed closer attention, only to be greeting by a familiar voice.
For a few moments, all the sun god could do was listen as his seashell let out all of his emotions. He was honestly surprised at how much he'd pent up, but he supposed he should've expected it. He was the subject of an unknown prophecy; one that both his friend and mentor knew, yet never told him. Those two also kept bringing it up, and didn't once bother to explain. And it wasn't like that daughter of Athena was making his stress and anger go away either. In fact, Apollo was pretty sure that the way she acted toward him made of at least half of it all.
Eventually though, Apollo figured he'd have to calm Percy down. If his anger was anything like his father's, then he didn't want to see it at its fullest. "Percy, you have to calm down." He said, which seemed to startle him. His connection to him got stronger, meaning that he'd reached for his coin. Smiling, Apollo sent a wave of calm at him, and he could tell it helped. His anger was mostly gone now, leaving him mentally drained. He decided to stay with Percy, at least until his emotions were more stable. It was a good thing he did too, because a few minutes later, Percy spoke again, his voice a little worried. "Lord Apollo, I'll need your help for this." Apollo quickly put together Percy's plan, and he smiled. "You got it seashell. Good luck."
"I'll need it." Came the quiet reply, and Apollo got ready for his queue, which didn't take long. Focusing on Percy's general direction, Apollo could see the arrow speed toward the Hydra, and just before it hit, Apollo made the tip burst into golden flame. If he was being honest, he could've sent a normal flame, but part of him also wanted to show off a little. It had been a while since he's done that, and it felt pretty nice.
He watched as the Hydra was killed, and he could feel Percy's relief, as well as his exhaustion. He wanted to take it away, but he figured he'd already done to much. The last thing he wanted was to catch his father's attention. It wasn't like they had the best relationship to start with. It would only make it more strained if he were to find out that his son was helping out the demigod he found problematic.
"Do you really care though?" He thought. "It's not like you're afraid of him any more, so why hide your friendship with Percy Jackson?" He sighed, already knowing the answer to that. It wasn't that he was scared of Zeus himself, but rather what he could do, and how he could hurt everyone he cared about. It was no surprise that Apollo loved more deeply than any of the other gods. He wasn't sure why, but he had fully imbraced it. His problem with that though, was that he had a huge list of perfect targets that Zeus would take full advantage of. His children, their mortal parents whom he still has a friendly relationship with, or at least with most of them. He could even target his mother, the sister that hated him but he couldn't help but still love, or...
Apollo's grip tightened on the wheel of his car as he checked in with Percy. Thankfully, he was still alive, which meant that Zeus wasn't that mad at him for helping him out right? He didn't want to hope though. His father had even worse mood swings than Poseidon, and that was saying something.
Before he could let his worry take over, causing him to do something stupid, like fly down to where Percy was, which sounded fun, mostly to annoy the blond know it all, his Oracle's voice spoke in his mind, causing him to lose control of the car for a moment.
"Fire and ice, sun and sea." The sun god frowned, staring out of the window. "Um... thanks, babe. That's very... useful."
"I can not say the full thing my lord. You and Perseus Jackson will find the rest out one line at a time. I am sorry." Apollo merely shrugged. He fully understood. He was the god of prophecy after all, so it would be pretty stupid to get angry on something his Oracle couldn't control. It didn't stop him from being a little annoyed though. Lost in his thoughts, Apollo didn't notice another presence in his car, until the distinct smell of a sea breeze filled his car, and he slowly turned his head to face Poseidon.
The god was wearing his usual outfit of beach shorts, and a ridiculous shirt that reminded him of Dionysus. Thankfully, he was smiling, which made Apollo relax slightly. Whatever Percy's father had to say probably wasn't bad.
"Apollo," He said. "How are you?" Apollo could feel his carefully crafted mask slipping back on his face, and he smiled brightly, glad that this was one person that couldn't see through him. "Uncle P. It's good to see you. I'm doing okay. And you?" Poseidon sighed, leaning back against the seat. "I'm well thank you. I'm just here to talk about Perseus."
Of course he was. Why else would he be there? It's not like his second favorite uncle actually wanted to spend time with him. Godly families just aren't like that. With another fake smile, Apollo copied Poseidon's motion, leaning back against his own seat. "He seems to be doing well on this new quest. He just killed a Hydra, and is now with another demigod." The other god sighed, his hand tapping some unknown beet on his leg. "Thank you again for keeping an eye on him Apollo. I know someone like you wouldn't want to constantly keep an eye on someone when they could be doing anything else."
Apollo fought back the urge to argue. What exactly did he mean by someone like him? Besides, he wasn't always keeping an eye on Percy. That would be both creepy and a breech of privacy. There was no way he was going to take advantage of the trust Percy has in him. He also wasn't going to tell Poseidon that, because he expected him to always look out for him, and anything less just wouldn't work, and he wouldn't be aloud to see him any more. After all, Apollo wouldn't have been able to train him without the God's permission. "As long as your protecting him Apollo. He's to powerful and important to lose." As someone who loved all of his children dearly, it pissed him off that Poseidon only thought of his son as something to be used when needed.
Apollo jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He realized he'd been lost in his thoughts, and Poseidon was waiting for him to talk. With a quiet sigh, Apollo turned to face him. "Of course uncle. I'll make sure he survives this quest." The god nodded, sending him a small, not really detectable smile. "That's good to hear. I trust you with him. Don't let me down." With that, he was gone, taking Apollo's good mood with him. And as if things couldn't get much worse, his phone started ringing, the name of one of his exes popping up. Taylor was someone he got along with. He could even say they were really good friends. He'd normally love to talk to her, but for some reason, he got the feeling this wouldn't be just a friendly chat.
Sure enough, when he picked up the phone, the first thing he heard was her sobbing. "Tay, what's wrong?" Apollo asked, already driving toward her house. "Apollo!" She said, her voice breaking with what he could now see was a mix of fear, worry, and grief. "Apollo, my baby's missing! They took Troy !"

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A small hand reached up, gently pushing off the piece of cloth covering most of his face. He looked around, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. He was laying on a couch in a huge room, and their was a giant creature blocking the door. It looked like a dog, but much bigger, and with red eyes. He fought back his instinct to scream, knowing it wouldn't do him any good right now. Even though he was only two, he'd been taught by both his mom and his dad to be careful. He knew that for him, the world was a dangerous place, and he couldn't be irrational.

When the monster turned its head to look at him, he quickly closed his eyes, forcing his body to relax. Under the blanket he'd been wrapped in, his hands were clenched into tight fists as he tried to keep them from shaking. For a moment, nothing happened, and he slowly opened his eyes again, only to have to bite his lip as hard as he could so that only a small scream left his mouth. The creature was standing right beside the couch now, staring hungrily down at him. Its fangs were beared, and a low growling was coming from it. They just stared at each other, and just as the thing was about to attack, the door was flung open, and someone stormed in. The creature only had enough time to look up before it was slashed with a huge sword, turning it into dust.

To his credit, the baby merely blinked at the display before turning his full attention on the newcomer. He immediately recognized the blond hair, blue eyes, and of course that scar on his cheek. It was the same person that had literally taken him from his house, and put him to sleep.

"Hello Troy," The guy said, taking a seat on the other end of the couch. "I see you recognize me." Troy let out a huff and pushed himself into a sitting position. He was not going to talk to this guy while laying down. Actually, he couldn't really talk much, but he'd do his best.

"Why am I here?" The guy sighed, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "That's a hard question to answer kid. First, how much do you know about our world?"
"I know enough." The guys lips twitched slightly. "Okay good, so you know who your father is and everything?"
"Well, duh! Who are you?"
"You've been influenced way to much already kid. Hopefully we can fix that."

Troy wasn't at all pleased. First, he'd been kidnapped from his mother, thrown into this room with this guy, and said guy wouldn't even give him a name. He crossed his arms, his blue eyes flashing in annoyance. "I don't like you." He finally decided, also leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Fair enough," The guy said. "Call me Luke."
"Fine! Why am I here?" That annoying smile was back, and Troy had to force himself not to punch him. He knew he wouldn't do much damage, and it might even get him killed, so instead, he just glared. "I see you've got the temper of your father. Or at least, his old temper. Okay Troy, I'll tell you what you want to know."

Luke crossed his arms, mocking Troy slightly, which only annoyed him more, but he stayed quiet. Sure Luke was being patient with him now, but Troy could sense that their was a darker side to him, which he didn't really want to experience. "Okay kid, so to put this simply, I'm trying to bring back the Titan lord to overthrow Mount Olympus."

For a moment, the room was silent, Luke's eyes fixed on the two year old across from him. Finally, Troy spoke, his voice as confident as he could make it. "That's dumb."

Luke sighed, staring off into the corner of the room. "You do not understand Troy. You're the lucky one. Your father actually shows he cares about you. Surely you know that not everyone's like you? Not everyone gets special attention from their godly parent."
"You mean like you?"
"Exactly like me kid. But you see, being ignored by your godly parent, being tossed into the role of a hero for beings that don't even notice you, makes some people bitter. It makes them look for a different option. This, is the other option."

Troy bit his lip, his eyes fixed on the ground. His dad had told him that not every God is involved with their child, but this was the first time he'd actually witnessed it. He felt sad for Luke's situation, but he still thought that what he was trying to do was dumb. Besides that, Luke still hadn't answered his question.

Luke seemed to sense his restlessness, because he sighed, closing his eyes. "Okay kid, I'll tell you why you're here. As you already know, your father is basically the only god in Olympus that's worth anything, and so we want him to join us. After all, he too has been having problems with the others, most notably his father and sister. It would be a major blow to the rest of them if their most powerful god joined the side of their father. So anyway, that brings me to you Troy. I'm afraid you're to young to join a side, but you also serve another purpose. Your father cares deeply for you, so if we brought you here, he'd no doubt come to get you, and we can... talk to him about joining. After all, his one chance at true happiness would be in reach if he does."

Troy sighed, his little hands clasped in his lap. Luke had basically dumped a lot of information on him, but he somehow understood it all. He was aware of his dad's problems with the other Olympians, and he couldn't help but wonder if those problems would be enough for him to join the side of the Titan lord.

Troy wasn't going to lie to himself. He'd seen the sadness in his father's eyes, the way his voice got sad when mentioning his aunt and grandfather. He could even sometimes see how the sadness turned into anger, carefully masked behind a false bright smile. Those things made him think that their was a strong possibility that he would in fact leave his family, if only to feel something other than hate and scorn from the others. As much as Troy hated to admit it, Luke had also been right about one thing. His father would in fact come looking for him, and he'd be forced to decide then.

"I see you've put everything together," Luke said with a smile. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, Apollo is the god of knowledge and logic. It would make sense that his children would be smart. So, do you think he'd join us?"

Before Troy could say anything, the doors were thrown open, and the two guys that had been with Luke when they'd kidnapped him stormed in. "Lord Apollo's flying over the ship." One of them said. "He looks angry." The other added, and Luke stood. "Very well, I shall go speak with him. You two, keep an eye on the baby, make sure nothing happens to him." Before he left, he ruffled Troy's hair, quietly whispering, "Pretend as though you know nothing of what's going on. I wasn't supposed to tell you anything." With those last words, Troy was left alone with the two giants, his mind spinning with so many questions.

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Annabeth Chase wasn't always the way she was. That is to say, she wasn't always so difficult to get along with. In fact, people would often remember her as being fears, but also kind. She was someone that tried to get along with everyone. That was until her little argument with Aurora Fletcher of course.

Looking back on it, Annabeth knew that it had been stupid, and that she'd lost it for nothing, but that didn't mean she was going to go back. No, Athena's children were much to prideful for that. Instead, she'd have to go on disliking Fletcher, going as far as to antagonize her whenever she could. She knew that Aurora found her pettiness amusing, which only irritated her more. Now that the entirety of cabin seven had pretty much adopted Percy, things were more complicated between them.

Annabeth could clearly recall the first time she'd met Aurora Fletcher, and she still thought of it as being the day that changed her life, both for the best and worst.

It had been about a month since Luke and Annabeth had made it to camp. A month since Thalia had been turned into a pine tree. Grover had gotten in huge trouble, and Mr. D was still furious about the loss of his half sister; turning campers into plants left and right, and having to be calmed by Chiron.

Meanwhile, Luke had settled into training almost immediately, as though part of him was still at the top of the hill that night. When Annabeth had asked him why, he only scowled at her. "Because at least here, I can learn how to fight in case something like that happens again. I won't let anyone else get killed."

While Luke had taken to sword fighting, Annabeth had started reading everything she could get her hands on. Reading distracted her from her constant nightmares of that night, and she had often been seen with a book in her hands.

It had been a bright and sunny afternoon, and Annabeth had been curled up under a tree, her latest architecture book in hand. She remembered trying to concentrate on the words, but she'd been in that spot for an hour or two, and she was starting to lose focus. Chiron had suggested she start training, but she couldn't bring herself to go near a weapon. Her bronze knife that Luke had given to her was somewhere in her cabin, unseen since the night she moved in.

Finally, Annabeth couldn't take it any more. She marked her spot in her book, setting it down beside her. Instead, she focused on the sword fighting arena a few yards away. The Apollo cabin seemed to be having lessons now. Annabeth could tell sword fighting wasn't exactly their style of fighting, but they weren't that bad at it. They could definitely improve with more practice.

As she watched, Annabeth noticed one of the girls in particular who seemed to be doing better than her siblings. She was small, very small, maybe a year older than Annabeth. She was practicing with a pair of silver daggers, slashing up a pair of training dummy's easily. Her face set in concentration, her mouth set in a thin line, eyes narrowed. Annabeth couldn't help but be slightly afraid of that girl. She looked as though she were constantly angry and stressed, as though a heavy weight was always on her shoulders.

Annabeth had a sudden thought. Chiron wanted her to start training, and that girl seemed to be the best with a knife, so she'd get the girl to train her. Annabeth knew that she could be turned down, possibly even laughed at, but she wanted to at least try to ask her. She told herself that the worst thing that could happen was her saying no.

When it seemed as though they were done training, Annabeth stood, tucking the book under her arm, and slowly made her way over to the arena. Most of the cabin were standing in a large group, talking and laughing as they recovered from practice. The angry looking girl was standing a few feet away, her daggers still clutched in her hands, a stormy expression on her face. She was glaring down at the ground, her jaw clenched. Annabeth was a little less sure of approaching her now, but it was kind of to late for that. She had already reached the arena, and some of the other Apollo campers had noticed her.

"Oh sorry," The head counselor said. "We're about to leave." After giving her a small smile, he started walking away, the rest of the cabin following. The angry girl began to follow them, making sure to keep a small distance between them. Annabeth moved over beside her, trying to think of the best way to start the conversation. At first, she didn't seem to notice Annabeth walking beside her, but after a moment she spoke, her voice slightly impatient. "Well, Annabeth Chase? What do you need?"

Annabeth was startled, not realizing that this girl would know her name. She stopped walking, turning to face the girl. She was already watching Annabeth, her head tilted slightly, arms crossed against her chest. Annabeth took a deep breath, somehow managing to keep eye contact with her, even if her eyes were an unsettling color. "I want you to teach me to fight with a knife." She said firmly.

Their friendship hadn't been immediate. In fact, it had been quite... rocky at first. Aurora hadn't wanted to help at first, but Annabeth pointed out that not many other people knew how to use a knife, and those that did either were to busy, or simply wouldn't help. That had frustrated the daughter of Apollo, but she eventually gave in, instructing Annabeth to meet her the next day at the arena.

Annabeth had shown up on time, her bronze knife clutched tightly in her hand. Aurora was already there, her daggers strapped to her sides. She had stared at Annabeth's weapon, a complicated expression on her face.

"Who gave you that blade?" She asked, her voice tight. Annabeth frowned, not seeing anything wrong with her knife. "Luke gave it to me when we were coming here. Why? What's wrong with it?" Aurora sighed, her hands twitching toward her blades. "Nothing, don't worry about it. Let's just start. My siblings want me to go to archery practice in an hour or so." Annabeth had dropped the topic, though she could tell it still bothered Aurora. While she taught her the basics, she kept eyeing the knife, a conflicting look in her eyes.

Training with Aurora continued that way for a few weeks. Their relationship didn't go beyond a teacher and a student. However, as time continued to pass, Aurora seemed to get less tense around her, and actually began to talk more beyond giving instructions. They'd even start to hang out outside of their lessons. After almost two months of working with her, Annabeth could confidently state that they were friends.

Annabeth had brought up the topic of her knife again a while later. They had just finished training for the day, and Aurora had invited her to the Apollo cabin. Annabeth had naturally been gravitated toward all the books, and Aurora had allowed her to borrow some. They were sitting together on the piano bench, Aurora's hands gliding over the keys. She was in one of her rear good moods, so Annabeth figured this was the right time to ask about the thing that had been bothering her since the first day they trained together.

"Aurora, why do you hate my knife so much?" Almost immediately, the music stopped, and Aurora's face closed off. For a moment it seemed as though she wasn't going to answer, but then she sighed, staring down at the ground.

"Do you remember how I told you I have the gift of prophecy?"
"Yes?"
"My visions aren't exactly a hundred percent correct, and sometimes I can see many different possible futures. It's hard, especially because Chiron is now starting to rely on me to possibly see... helpful stuff I guess."

Annabeth frowned. "But you're like... almost nine years old. Why would he rely on you for prophecy's? Isn't that what the Oracle's for?"
"Yes, but he doesn't ask me for full prophecy's. I'm like... supposed to warn them if anything important is about to happen. Something that we can't bother the Oracle with. As for why me, I'm the only one with that particular gift from my dad. The gift of prophecy isn't exactly common among his children."

Annabeth frowned. "That's still not fair. I mean... he shouldn't use you for a security system." Aurora shrugged. "If my gift can be at all useful to this camp, then I don't mind helping. Anyway, back to your question about your knife."

Aurora sighed, her expression giving her the look of being older than she was. "I can't exactly say what I see. Their are some things I can not tell anyone. At least, not yet. That is the curse that comes with this gift. Most things I must alone know. The future with your blade is one of them. Only know that I see two different possibilities, one terrible, the other... slightly better. Either way, I don't really know what that blade represents for us all."

Annabeth frowned down at her knife. "But what's so dangerous about my knife? Luke gave it to me, and Luke's not evil. So why..." She stopped talking at the look on Aurora's face. "He's not bad!" Annabeth snapped. Aurora held up her hand. "I'm not saying he is, Annabeth, calm down. I'm just giving you a warning. Stay close to him. Don't let him... do anything he'll regret."

Annabeth had stormed out of the cabin then. It had been their first real argument, though it hadn't lasted long. Annabeth had later apologized, and Aurora made sure not to bring up Luke in conversation, which helped them maintain a steady friendship for a few years.

The summer before she met Percy though, was when everything fell apart. The daughter of Apollo was Annabeth's best friend at the time, and they were almost always seen together. They had opened up about each other's pasts, and sense then, no secret had been between them. At least, that's what Annabeth had thought.

Aurora knew that Annabeth wanted to go on a quest. She'd wanted to go with Luke, but he'd refused to take her because she'd just started training. Aurora had kept her company during the time he was gone, listening as she ranted about the unfairness of it all. So when she learned about a hero that she had to wait for that would be the one to grant her wish, she of course went to her friend.

"I know you know who it is!" Annabeth had said, storming into the Apollo cabin. Aurora's brother Lee sent her a sharp look. "Annabeth," He hissed. "Don't just storm in here like that! You have no idea what we could be doing in here!"
"Sorry," She said, then found Aurora at her usual spot at the piano, and quickly made her way over. The other girl sent her a small smile, though her eyes looked slightly sad. Annabeth wanted to ask what was bothering her, but she decided to ask after she got an answer as to the identity of the hero she was waiting for.

"Hello, Annabeth. I was expecting you to drop by like this." Annabeth huffed. "i'm sure you did. I know you know something about who I'm waiting for. Why haven't you told me yet? You're supposed to be my best friend."

Aurora sighed, getting to her feet. "We should not have this conversation here. Come, we'll talk outside." Annabeth had been pleased, thinking that she'd get the information she wanted. So after Aurora spoke to Lee for a moment, the two of them walked outside, and walked a few yards away from the cabins.

After standing in silence for a minute, Aurora turned to face her, her expression sad. "Don't you remember when I told you that their are many things I can not tell you? I'm afraid that this is one of them. I'm sorry, really. I'd tell you if I could, I promise."

Annabeth didn't react for a few moments, her mind processing the fact that not even her so called friend could give her the information she wanted. Part of her did understand. The gift of prophecy wasn't an easy one to have, and she knew that Aurora wasn't aloud to tell anyone what she saw, mostly because it would no doubt mess up the events in the future.

But on the other hand, Annabeth was starting to get pissed. No one would tell her anything. Chiron said she'd have to wait, and every hero that had come in the past few months hadn't been the right one. Now, despite her knowing that Aurora couldn't help her either, she was her last hope. Now, to find out that she wouldn't be able to tell her anything, it just completely made her snap. It was as if she wasn't in her own body, like she was watching someone else, hearing someone else. She'd only realize what she'd done much later, when it was to late.

Even now she couldn't remember all the horrible things she'd yelled at her friend, all the jabs and insults. She wasn't even sure if she said them in English or Greek. All she could remember were all of Aurora's siblings coming out, most of them surrounding Aurora in a protective circle. Lee had gotten in her face, his eyes blazing with hate and fury.

"Get the fuck away from here!" He growled. "Go before I decide to hurt you as much as you hurt my sister. You know she expected this. She saw it last night, but she hoped it wasn't true. She thought you trusted more in her gift, though clearly she was wrong to do so. I hope you're happy, Annabeth Chase. My sister lost the closest friend she has here because of you!"

With that, Lee joined his siblings around Aurora, gently guiding her back to their cabin. Aurora had looked back once, her eyes full of tears. She didn't look mad at all. Instead, she had a heartbroken expression on her face. That was the last thing she saw because the cabin door was slammed shut, leaving her alone outside, a whole crowd of campers watching her.

Over the next few weeks, Annabeth wasn't sure what to do. It was as though her friendship with the daughter of Apollo had never happened. They avoided each other, and Annabeth's lessons had been stopped. Annabeth knew she had to apologize, though something was stopping her. Her stupid fatal flaw. She knew it was a dumb reason to start the rivalry with the entire Apollo cabin, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. She couldn't bring herself to admit she was wrong.

As much as she tried to forget about it all, that day continued to replay through her mind, even a year later. She knew she'd done something completely stupid. She'd lost her best friend because she couldn't take not knowing something, and she wished she could fix it. The only thing was, she wasn't sure if she could, or if it was to late.

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“Here’s one thing you should know about me – I don’t hate people. Sure, there’s this dislike I feel for people like Matt Slone, Nancy Bobafit, and other individuals like them, and I suppose no one can really find the company of monsters to be the best. But hating someone has never been something I did. That was, of course, until I had the misfortune of meeting Tantalus himself. That was when I finally knew what hating someone felt like. Honestly, and I thought the children of Ares were infuriating. This guy was a hundred times worse. Picture Ares’s abilities to piss someone off, but times like… 10. Tantalus made me want to break every camp rule just because I hate the fact that he’s in charge.”

Ever since Annabeth, Tyson, and I arrived at camp, my mood had been dismal. Much of it was thanks to Tantalus, but it didn’t help that Tyson was being picked on, or the frequent dreams about Grover. I felt like one of those wind-up toys, or a rubber band stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment. So, I wasn’t surprised when it happened at the lake with Annabeth. Gods, if there was anyone who could push me past my breaking point, it was definitely her.

Some part of me thought I should apologize to her, but honestly, I didn’t even do anything this time. It was her who thought that Tyson was a monster, as if he had any say in how he was born. And I know she has some sort of story behind her behavior, but since she hasn’t told me a thing, I’m not to blame for finally losing it with her.

Aurora did her best to cheer me up. After a while at the archery range, we spent some time sparring in the arena, both with swords and hand-to-hand combat. It was fun, but something was still bothering me, preventing me from fully enjoying it. Thankfully, she seemed to understand because after a while, she led me into the forest without telling me what she had planned. I hoped it wasn’t a monster fight because as much as I wanted to vent my frustrations, I was also exhausted from sparring with Aurora. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle something that actually wanted me dead.
Finally, we reached a clearing, and she stopped, turning to face me with an excited glint in her eyes. “Right then,” she said, “today I’m going to introduce ye to one of the best therapies for anger management problems.” I raised an eyebrow at her, looking around the clearing. The only thing I could see were trees in every direction.

“You think that trees will help with my… anger management problems?” I asked, feeling pretty skeptical about the whole thing.

“Of course. It works for me and my siblings, after all. I’m sure you’ll have the same results.”
“I’m not much of a nature person, Aurora. I mean, it’s nice, but I personally prefer the ocean. Or any body of water in fact.”

Aurora huffed, swatting my hand away. “That’s no’ whit Ah meant, ya eejit! Ah’m tryin’ tae get ye tae scream at the bluidy things!”
I reached a hand out, placing it against her forehead. “You don’t seem like you have a fever,” I muttered. “Do children of Apollo even get sick?”

Aurora rolled her eyes, swatting my hand away. “I’m fine, Percy. Trust me, this actually makes sense.”
"How exactly does screaming at trees help with anger problems?" I asked, still feeling concerned for my friend. Perhaps the lack of sleep was finally getting to her. Should I get Lee? Maybe he knew what to do. After all, he was good with heeling right?
Aurora scowled, her eyes flashing with annoyence. "Ah knew ye didnae ken much, but ah didnae expect it tae be this dire. Ah honestly thocht it wid be clear." I looked at her blankly. "What did you just say?" Her accent hadn't been this strong before, only proving my theory of needing sleep correct.

"It means yer being a bloody idiot Jackson," She sighed. "Anyway,  ah  suppose it's story time." As soon as she was sure I was  giving her my full attention, she began to speak.
"Percy," She started, her voice soft, a hint of sadness present. "This story hits a bit close to  home for me and my siblings since it's about our da, ye see. It's about da, and a love that was dumed from the start." Her gaze became distant, clearly lost in thought. I knew better than to bother her until she was ready. After a moment, she continued.
"I'm sure ye ken about cupid, that good for nothin son of a… Well, he struck da's heart with one of his famous arrows. From that moment, he completely smitten, as helpless as a lovestruck lad ah used te see back home. Anyway, I'm sure ye ken just how charming my da can be, so ye ken he did all he could to get Daphne to love him like he was sure he loved her. Daphne however, she was a wild spirit, like the untaimed Scottish moors I'd play in when ah was little. She wanted her freedom more than anything, to get away from my da's advances." She paused then, her eyes becoming sad. "Ma da sang love songs more beautiful than the sweetest Highland melodies he'd sing to me. Daphne ran as if she were being chased by the devel himself. In the end, she called upon her river god father, and he transformed her into a Laurel tree. My da could only imbrase her as a tree, vowing to honor her forever. That is why he's depicted with Laurels on his head."
I could only stare at her for a moment, not sure what to make of the story I had just been told. I was sure there were many versions of that tale, each one showing someone else’s perspective, but I could only focus on the one I had just heard. Apollo really did have an awful love life. If this was only one of them, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the rest.
"So ye see, Percy, some of us have become quite bitter over da's situation. We ken we can't do shite about it, so we scream at trees since it gives the nymphs quite a scare when we do. It's almost like a sort of... payback."
I frowned. "Isn't that a bit cruel?"

"Perhaps," She said.  "Ah still think ye should give it a try though. It might help ye cope with your anger management problems."
"What would I even scream about?" "I don't know. Whatever's bothering ye I guess." She thought for a moment, then smirked. "Pretend one of those trees is Tantalus. Ah can tell ye hate him. Trust me Perce, it'll help."

I sighed but gave in. After all, if I couldn’t beat up my problems, what harm would it do if I were to just scream everything out? After all, I was in the middle of the woods. The only person who would hear was Aurora. Maybe a few nature spirits, but judging by how Aurora was standing, her body tense, she’d deal with them. After taking a deep breath, I turned to one of the trees, and every ounce of anger and frustration poured out of me like a waterfall.
"Tantalus, you are the most infuriating excuse for a camp director! You've been making my second summer here a living Tartarus! Don't get me started on those fucking campers! They're literally picking on Tyson just because he's different! It's not his fault he's a Cyclops! Thalia's tree is dying, and I can't save it because of you! That's her legacy for fuck's sake! Annabeth's acting all distant too! She's supposed to be my friend, something I'm sure you can't comprehend!"
My voice grew louder as I vented my frustration at the tree. "And those dreams of Grover in the Sea of Monsters? I can't save him if I don't even know where he is!" As my rant came to an end, I felt a sense of calm settle in me, as if I had finally gotten rid of the storm that was my mind. I was about to end it, but an idea came to me.
"And one more thing! You're a..." I stopped, not really sure where I'd been going with that. I had been told my insults weren't exactly the best. Auroraseemed to sense my hesitation, because she stepped forward, a glint in her blue-gold eyes.
"Ye daft numty! A muckle bamot like yersel'shouldnae be in charge o' a broom closet,let alone Camp Half-Blood! Yer brain's as empty as a bagpipe after a ceilidh. Yer leadership is as useful as a waterproof teabag and twice as soggy! Ye a bumbling eegit thet cannae tell a kelpie from a kilt!"
My eyes got wide, and I only stood there for a moment. Then, I burst out laughing, having to lean on a giant rock to keep myself from falling to the ground. "Yeah," I choked out between giggles. "What she said." Aurora laughed too, and she stood next to me, gently bumping our shoulders together. We watched in amusement as a nymph melted from the tree we had screamed at, her eyes full of horror, either from seeing Aurora, or the language we'd used. She immediately sprinted away through the trees, not looking back once.
Aurora turned to look at me, her eyes bright for the first time since the tree had been poisoned. “Do you feel better now, Percy?” she asked, and I laughed again, pulling her into a hug. “I’ve never felt better. How about you? Did that help you too?” She smiled. “Aye, of course!” she said. “Now if only I could actually say all that to him directly.”

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It was a hot summer day, and I found myself crouched down near the sword arena, watching openmouthed as the new camper practically destroyed the training dummy's. I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from him, watching how he stepped and spun, his movements quick, graceful, and brutal; The sword seeming to be an extension of the guy's hand. What I found more disturbing than the methodical slashing and stabbing, was his cheerful, and playful whistling, like he was having the time of his life.
I had heard about the new camper from Lee, who'd been there to meet him and the satyr who'd brought him. Lee had told me about how he'd been covered in blood and dust, a baseball bat clutched tightly in his hands, and the look of a wild animal in his eyes.
"He didn't want to let us check him out," Lee had said, biting his lip in a clear sign of worry.
"He didn't trust anyone. It wasn't until Will had approached him that he stopped threatening us with his bat."
It's been a week since the guy arrived, and this was the first time I'd really seen him, though, I'd heard so much about him. I noticed how the rest of the camp avoided him, acting the same way they had with me. Unlike me though, it didn't seem as though the guy cared. From the look of him, I could guess that he actually preferred being ignored. That fact only made him more interesting, and I wanted to talk to him, and this could be the only chance I had.
Before I could walk up to the arena, a voice rang out, causing me to jump.
"Hey, why the fuck are you staring at me? Got a damn problem or you just enjoy being a creepy damn prick?"
My eyes widened, and my head shot up, meeting a pair of dark, hazel eyes. He looked irritated, his sword held at his side. I slowly got to my fet, not looking away from that piercing gaze. "Hey, um... no, I wasn't... I didn't mean to just stare, I promise."
A flash of recognition flashed in his face as he looked me up and down. He sighed, holding out a hand.
"You're Percy, right? I'm Negan. I've heard all about you."
I was surprised at that, not expecting for this guy... Negan to know about me. Although, I suppose I should've expected it. Even though this was my second summer, I'd already gone on two quests, which meant there were already stories to tell about me. Still, I was curious.
"What kind of things did you hear?"
Negan shrugged, placing his free hand on his hip.
"Well, I hear different things about you, Percy Jackson. Some people are singing your praises, calling you a goddamn hero for savin' the day not once, but twice. Others? Well, they got a different opinion, thinking you're nothing but a pain in the ass, needing to be brought down a peg or two."
"Let me guess," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Clarisse and her siblings said that?"
Negan smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Sure was, kid. Though, I think you mean my siblings."
"I guess I can see that," I said as I studied him.
"Your sword work is impressive."

That caused a genuine smile to tug at the corner of his lips.
"Thanks. I've been putting in as much practice as I can these past few weeks. Decent at it, I guess, but nothing compares to my baby."
"You mean your bat?"
"Mmhm, kept me alive these past few years, you know? Both from the mythical monsters, and the one at home."
I frowned, really not liking the sound of that. I wanted to ask him to tell me about it, but the look on his face stopped me. That, and the fact that I didn't really want to talk about Gabe, even now. So instead, I asked, "You're not a criminal, are you?"
Negan laughed at that, the dark expression clearing from his face.
"Na, not really. Sure I did some dumb shit, but nothing to get me locked up."
A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling with something I wasn't sure how to feel about.
"You know, I don't think you should be asking me about being a criminal, Jackson. After all, I wasn't the one who destroyed a national monument and got chased across the fucking country."
I groaned, covering my face with my hands.
"I'd hoped they wouldn't mention that."
Negan shrugged.
"I'm glad they did. It was quite a fucking story."
I huffed, glaring down at the ground, only looking back up when Negan cupped my chin, and forcing me to meet his gaze once again.
"So," He said, motioning towards the arena.
"I've also heard you're a fucking natural with a sword. Care to practice with me?"
An hour later, I found myself laying flat on my back, my hands held up in a weak attempt at blocking.
"Okay, okay, I give up." I gasped, trying to fight back a smile.
Negan had turned out to be a pretty good sparring partner, my training with the gods, and his natural skill made for quite the fight. My whole body ached, but it wasn't bad. In fact, I only felt this way with Hermes and Apollo, and I was glad that someone else could push me the way they did. That's not to say everyone is awful with a sword, hell, that would be a total lie. It's just... Negan's like a breath of fresh air. He's unpredictable, not having a comfortable set of moves. Not only that, but he's really good at reading people. After a few minutes of fighting, he could almost always predict my next move, forcing me to adapt and try something new. If I were being honest, Negan's exactly what this camp needs, and I made sure to tell him that.
"Well, shit, thanks, kid. As much as I'd love to keep these assholes on their fucking toes, I doubt they give a flying fuck about what I have to say. You've seen how they already avoid me like that damn plague."
I just shrugged, already used to Negan's frequent cursing. He's worse than Lee, though not by much.
"They better listen to you. I mean, it's life or death for us."
"That might be true, but you've also known these people longer than I have. Surely you know just how damn stubborn and prideful they are. Sometimes, pride's just bigger than their sense to live. I ain't wasting my time on folks who ain't willing to listen. You can't teach those too stubborn to learn."
"What if I convince them to listen to you?" I asked, suddenly desperate to get this boy to agree.
"Please, Negan? We really need a new sword instructor. Luke was the best one, but..."
I didn't need to continue. Luke's betrayal was told to every new camper. It was pretty much the first thing they learned after the fact they're a half-blood.
Negan sighed, staring out across the camp.
"Fine, I'll teach them. Just don't go getting your hopes up. People are impossible to convince of anything."
Later that day, my morning with Negan kept replaying itself in my mind, and not just the training part. Instead, it was the sad look on the boy's usually stoic face at the mention of his baseball bat that stuck with me. That look is what lead to me knocking on the door of cabin nine, my fingers crossed behind my back. It also lead to me asking Annabeth about weapons, and how they were made. I was particularly interested on improving a weapon by adding stuff to it. That look even made me practically beg Clarisse to let me into her cabin to grab something, going as far as to offer to do all of her chores for the entire week.
Finally, the day before it was time to go home for the school year, my plan was ready, and I excepted the final product from Beckendorf, who hadn't stopped looking worried ever since I first approached him.
"Percy, are you sure about this?" He asked for what might've been the thousandth time. Rather than saying anything, I merely nodded before running off to find Negan before he too left for the school year.
Thankfully, he hadn't left yet, though he'd been about to, judging by the fact he was straddling a seat of a beautiful black motorcycle that reminded me of Ares' chariot. A helmet was pulled low over his head, which he pulled off once he saw me. He smiled at me, a small, almost unnoticeable twitch of his lips.
"Come to say goodbye, I see," He said.
"What? You gonna miss me, Jackson?"
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, you wish. I'm just gonna be glad for the peace I'll finally get."
Negan laughed, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.
"Wow, Jackson, you're fucking killing me. Didn't know you could be so damn cruel."
I huffed out a laugh, then held out a bag.
"Here, take it. I'm sorry I took her without asking you, and I really hope you don't carry out any of those threats you promised you'd carry out to whoever stole her, but..."
Negan held up a hand, and I immediately went silent, watching with bated breath as he reached into the bag, his hands closing around the object inside.
I watched as his eyes got wide, and he pulled out the baseball bat he'd shown up with a few weeks ago. The thing was, the bat was the same, but the Celestial Bronze barbed wire wrapped around it was knew.
Negan inspected it in silence, causing me to become worried. What if he didn't like it? What if he didn't want to change his bat? What if, by altering it, I'd ruined whatever friendliness he had towards me?
When he finally looked back up at me, my eyes widened when I saw tears sparkling on his lashes, those dark eyes full of emotion.
Slowly, he climbed off his bike, leaning his bat against it. Then, he turned to face me, his gaze seeming to pin me in place. Slowly, he walked forward, until he was right in front of me. Before I could ask if he was okay, a pair of warm arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against Negan's chest.
Negan didn't cry, not exactly, but I heard one single sob leave his lips, before he once again composed himself. Stepping back from me, he looked as stoic as usual, though his eyes told a different story. As he climbed back on his bike, resting the bat across his lap, he looked up at me once again, a full smile on his face.
"Thank you, Percy," He said.
"This means a lot to me."
With that, he was gone, the roar of the bike slowly fading into the distance. Once he was gone, I leaned against the tree that once held Thalia, and smiled.
"I think," I said to myself, staring out in the direction Negan had gone.
"I think I made a new ally."