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Chapter 1: Nightmares
Apollo groans and moans in his bed he was trapped in nightmares. He kept seeing his sister die instead of Jason. He had been having these dreams since he came back as a god two months ago.
He just could not stop seeing Artemis dead and the words she said 'I hate you. You could have saved me. I am dead because of you!'
Apollo gasps as he awakes us shaking dried tears on her face. He shuddered thinking about what he seen.
He kept thinking what if these dreams were real? What if they were visions? Of her dying yet to come? It scared him that he might be seeing the future.
But this night the nightmare was worse seeing Artemis tortured and begging for him to save her. He saw her mutilated corpse with Nero standing above her smirking triumphantly. Starting this was Apollo’s punishment for killing him. That his sisters head and blood was on his hands.
Apollo wakes with a start and tears falling down his face. He HAD to see Artemis. He had to know she was ok. He would just quietly go to her tent see if she is all right then leave.
He shakily gets up and flashes out of his temple and to Artemis's camp. He sneaks in not seeing anyone and stumbles to the tent he knew his sister was in.
He sees her sleeping peacefully.
Apollo searched from a distance to see if she was hurt. But to his relief he did not see a single injury and there was not even a hair out of place.
Tears fall from his eyes in relief. He silently slides down her tent wall in relief. He does not know how long here is there silently crying. Before a voice makes him start.
"Apollo?" his sisters sleepy voice asks.
In a panic he flashes out not wanting to face her. Leaving a confused and angry Artemis behind.
He appears in her tent three more times to check if she was all right. Each time Artemis catches him, but he flees before she could confront him.
He was now determined to stay in his bed in his Temple now. He knew Artemis would interrogate him if she saw him again.
So, he dreaded that night of sleep. But he was so, so tired, that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and his nightmares rose to greet him . . .