ah yes, the solar eclipse, that glorious event every few years when apollo does something so incredibly stupid that artemis has to yell at him in broad daylight in front of half of the world
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Rachel laughed at me. “Okay, loser. Love you too. So where’s the plane?”
beautiful
I just couldn’t stop staring at Rachel. It’s not like she was beautiful or anything, there was just something special about her. Even though the Oracle’s spirit was missing, the unique spark I find in their hosts had stayed with her.
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Sorry for the wait, both of us have been incredibly busy with the start of the school year. The quest begins! And Apollo continues to be Apollo.
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“Are we there yet?”
“I swear to the gods I will stab you in the eye if you ask one more time,” Helena grumbled.
I glared at her. “Are we there yet?”
“Oh my—”
“Shut up!” Rachel yelled. “Holy shit. This walk is only an hour and a half.”
“Good. So you only need to hear me complain for an hour and a half.”
“I swear to gods,” Rachel groaned. “If I have to hear you complain for another second I will fling myself into the sun.”
“Take me with you,” I jibed. Rachel just shook her head, turned her eyes back to the road, and kept walking.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence that was filled only with the sounds of our footsteps, I blurted, “So Rachel, how many fucking planes does your dad have?”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “I don’t really keep track. My dad’s an asshole.”
“That seems to be a common thread,” I shrugged, averting my gaze to the ground.
“Tell me about it,” Helena mumbled.
“What?” Rachel asked.
“I said tell me about it,” Helena responded. “I mean, I’ve been told my dad’s partially at fault for what happened in the Titan War because of his shitty parenting. It’s not like he’s any better to the rest of us. The only difference is that we didn’t go completely batshit.”
“Did you know him?” Rachel asked suddenly. “Castellan, I mean.”
“Luke? Not really.”
I looked up. “Do you wish you had?”
Helena tensed. “No,” she said sharply, but something in her voice suggested otherwise.
“Are you sure?”
“If you really want to know, yes. I would’ve liked to have known him better so I could be sure I didn’t end up the same way. Happy?”
“But—”
Rachel glared at me. “How about we talk about something else now?”
But there was nothing left to say. So we just walked. And walked. And walked some more. We were so quiet that you could hear the breeze blowing through the few trees on the side of the road. You could hear a twig snap as one of us stepped on it. And… you or anyone in a fifty mile radius could hear my stomach growling.
“Holy Hermes,” Helena said, stopping in her tracks. “Is that a monster or are you just hungry?”
“I think I might be hungry.”
“Apollo, it’s only been like two hours since we last ate. What the fuck,” Rachel said, crossing her arms and giving me an exasperated look.
“Look, I can’t control this shit. I’m new to the human body thing, cut me some damn slack.”
“Ha. Dam slack.” Rachel chuckled.
“What?”
“Sorry. Old inside joke.” She changed the subject. “Do you have food on you? Because I never want to hear that noise again. It was horrifying.”
“No.”
“I do!” Helena said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a half-eaten bag of chips.
“Holy shit,” I said, reaching for them with so much enthusiasm that I nearly knocked the bag out of her hands, “you’re my fucking savior.”
“Wow, is that all I have to do for your approval?” Helena asked.
“Yeah, pretty much,” I answered through a mouthful of chips. “Why? Do you actually care about my approval?”
“Fuck no.”
“Jeez, okay, I was just wondering,” I replied, grabbing another handful. The chips were delicious in my current hungry state. They were a little stale and a little too salty, but as far as I was concerned, they tasted like ambrosia.
“Apollo, stop being such a fucking slob,” said Rachel.
“Fuck you,” I said, shoving them into my mouth.
Helena groaned. “Giving you chips is a mistake I will never make again.”
“No, please, be my guest. Do this all the time.” I tipped the bag, getting the remnants of the chips into my mouth.
“Can we keep going now?” Helena asked when I finished.
“No,” I whined. “They were salty so now I’m thirsty.”
“Dude, we know you’re thirsty. We’ve heard stories about you, when are you not?” Rachel smirked.
“I’m thirsty for water, you absolute walnut. I’m not always out for The D or whatever.”
“Good thing, because you’re not getting any looking like that,” Helena joined in.
“Shit, dude,” I gasped, mimicking shock and hurt, “you hit me right where it hurt.”
“The balls?” Helena asked. “Because I can hurt you there, too.”
“Please don’t,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. Rachel and Helena dissolved into giggles.
“Okay,” Rachel choked out through peals of laughter. “Now can we leave?”
“After you,” I drawled, sinking into a bow and gesturing dramatically, disguising my slightly throbbing pride.
Helena composed herself to continue to bitch about me. Figures. “Fucking finally,” she grumbled.
“Fucking chill, it was only like a five minute break.”
“You fucking chill, it’s only an hour and a half walk.” Rachel retorted.
“Nobody asked you.”
“Fuck this. You guys are going too slowly. I’m going to run ahead and find the plane,” Helena cut in.
“Go for it,” Rachel said. “Holler when you find it.”
“No problem!” Helena replied, and scampered off.
Rachel watched after her. “I like that girl.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I guess I do too.”
Rachel’s eyes twinkled and she opened her mouth to say something, but I whirled to face her and put my finger on her mouth in a shushing motion. “Not a word about this gets back to Helena.”
“If you say so,” Rachel laughed.
I punched her arm, which just made her laugh harder.
“What?” I asked, as Rachel continued to lose her shit. “What?”
She didn’t answer me, and by the time she fully stopped laughing about five minutes later, the airport finally came into view.
“The promised land!” I shouted, relief flooding over me. I felt like motherfucking Moses or some shit; like I’d participated in the exodus from Camp Half Blood or whatever.
“Relax, Apollo, the walk wasn’t so bad.”
“I know,” I retorted. “I just tend to overdramatize things.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
I rolled my eyes.
All of a sudden, as we grew closer to the airport, I felt the temperature start to rise. And as the usual sun god, I generally knew that’s not how the weather usually works, not in that short amount of time. So as we approached the first airplane, I, being me, decided to make a shitty joke out of it.
“Is it getting hotter, or is it just me?” I grinned.
“It’s getting hotter,” Rachel said, clearly not thinking I was as funny as I did.
Just then, a tall, blonde man with a great tan and glowing eyes stepped out from behind the plane. His purple robes and laurels made him seem regal, unearthly. My jaw dropped in disbelief. “You’re both wrong,” Helios chuckled. “It is, in fact, me.”
who decided to send these three out into the world by themselves. theyre going to kill each other
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“So,” I said, glancing down at the map on the ground in front of me, “Greece. Cool. Great place, love it.”
Helena rolled her eyes. “What’s your problem?”
I clapped my hands together. “I have no problem with Greece. It’s number one on my top ten favorite places in the world. I just have one question—”
“Then you should shut up and ask it.”
“Well maybe I don’t want to ask it anymore.”
Rachel groaned. “Can we just… What is it? What’s wrong?”
“How are we getting there?”
Helena motioned to Rachel. “We’ve planned this all out.”
To be honest, I was just the slightest bit offended that they hadn’t included me. Just because I wasn’t a god anymore didn’t mean I was a child. I could still do stuff. Some stuff. I frowned and asked, “Then what’s the plan?”
“I have a private jet,” Rachel said. “We’re going to take it to Greece.”
Private jet? That definitely worked for me. The fewer mortals I had to be near, the better. I was not up for pretending to know how to act like a ‘human being’. Also, let’s be real, after going from the sun chariot, I deserved a private jet. “Awesome! Where is said private jet?”
“Montauk Airport.”
“Sweet.” This was going smoother than I expected. Transportation, check. Luxury transportation, double check. “So how do we get to Montauk Airport?”
“We walk,” Rachel said simply.
Everything good about this quest turned to dust. Walk. Walk. To Montauk Airport. Who did they take me for? Helena was scowling before I even opened my mouth. I opened my mouth anyway, half on principle and also to complain.
“But I don’t want to.” Walk from Camp Half Blood to Montauk? The fuck?
“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Apollo,” Rachel said, voice flat and dull.
I crossed my arms. “I’m the fucking sun, yes it does.”
Helena snapped. “NOT ANYMORE, DIPSHIT.”
I took a step back. “Holy fuck.”
Rachel stared at Helena for a second before turning back to me. “Just deal with it.”
“Can’t we just call an uber?” I asked. What was the point of making these weird mortal things if no one was ever going to use them?
Helena shook her head. “No phone.”
“No money,” Rachel added.
I frowned. “No money? You’re super rich.”
She pulled her pockets inside out. “I don’t carry around my inheritance. Why would I?”
“Because you can.”
Rachel snorted. “Right. Just suck it up, Apollo, we’re broke.”
I sighed and cracked my knuckles. I was going to have to work again, wasn’t I? Of course. Just work work work. “Don’t worry, your boy Apollo’s got this. I’ll make a drachma look like a dollar. I can just fuck with the mist.” I raised my hands to start the manipulation.
Helena narrowed her eyes. “No you can’t.”
I dropped my arms. “Fuck. You’re right.”
“I know,” Helena said matter-of-factly.
Then a thought came to me. “Wait, can’t McLean just use charmspeak on a driver? She can do that, right?”
Rachel’s expression darkened. “She doesn’t really do that anymore.”
“Well, why the fuck not?” I snapped. I was starting to get annoyed.
“Last time she did that, her friend ended up dying,” Rachel said softly.
Right.
“And regardless, we still don’t have a phone,” Helena interjected.
I groaned. “Okay, so we walk.”
“Finally,” Helena grumbled.
“You seemed excited about going on the quest with me like twenty minutes ago, kid, what happened?”
“I didn’t realize you were a fucking diva,” Helena shot back.
“Did my sister tell you nothing about me?” I smirked.
Helena ignored that comment. “Plus, you started hitting on me within like five seconds. I didn’t sign up to be working with one of the straights,” She went on, emphasizing the straights as if each word began with a capital letter and shuddering melodramatically.
“Excuse you, I am extremely bisexual,” I retorted.
Helena sighed in relief, clutching a hand to her chest. “Thank the gods.”
“Oh my gods, Helena, how old are you, like ten?”
Helena pouted. “I’m fifteen.”
Rachel made a muffled screaming noise, and I glanced over to see her repeatedly hitting herself in the face with the map.
“Uh… you okay there, Rach?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Rachel held the map a few inches away from her face with closed eyes, poised to strike her forehead with it again. She exhaled through her nose, opened her eyes, and dropped the map, letting it flutter to the ground. “Yep. I’m good.”
“What was that about?”
“I’m going on a quest with two idiots.”
“Oh,” Helena said, averting her gaze to the ground and wringing her hands in her lap. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Rachel sighed. “Can we get back to the plan now?”
“Please,” I replied, gesturing to the map. “Impress me.”
Rachel gave a tired smile. “Thanks.” She laid the map out on the ground and pointed to the province of Boeotia. “There’s an oracle in its capital. We should go talk to her.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Why wouldn’t we just go to Delphi?”
“It’d be good for information,” she answered. “Plus, we don’t know what’s at Delphi. But she might.”
“She’s Mnemosyne’s Oracle, right? If that’s the case, she’ll at least remember some details.”
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Have you met her before?” Helena inquired.
“Not in person, but we Iris messaged while I was looking for the Sibylline Books. She still has her Oracle, so she’s better off than me,” Rachel trailed off.
Helena, who had a concerned expression on her face, opened her mouth to say something to Rachel, but I cut in before she could, not wanting this conversation to get sad. “Okay, so Boeotia it is. What next?”
“We take a taxi to Delphi, and we kick some ass.”
“What kind of ass?” I smirked.
Rachel flicked my arm. “A donkey, for fuck’s sake. Do you think I know?”
“Fair enough. Let’s just hope it isn’t the snake.”
“The snake?” Helena asked.
“Python. He’s a real slimy motherfucker,” I said, earning a groan from Rachel. “He basically likes to play keep-away with my Oracle spirit when Gaia’s pissed at the gods. He’s her son. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, I guess.”
“But you’ve beaten him before, haven’t you?”
“Well, technically yes,” I shrugged. “But the gods got mad at me last time, as usual. Hera made me mortal for nine years. That is the opposite effect of what I’m going for.”
“Oh.”
Rachel snatched up the map. “Alright!” she exclaimed. “So I take it we just get to Delphi and face whatever comes at us.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Everyone in?” Rachel asked, making eye contact first with me, then Helena.
“Yeah!” Helena shouted, suddenly eager again.
I sighed and crossed my arms. Rachel held my gaze, holding her hand out to me.
I glanced at her hand, then back up at her, and made my decision.
“Yeah,” I asserted, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m in.”
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