The children of Apollo, are bright beings. They're people who others want to be around, as they do exactly what they want; wear what they want, act how they want...but in saying that, they are kind-hearted. No one is left out when an Apollo kid is involved.
When hit by sunlight it looks as if it's made of solid gold, and gleams so much that it is difficult to look at. Inside, there are bunk beds on either side with a cot in the middle of the cabin for the injured. It pulses with life, sunlight, and rhythm, reflecting Apolloβs dual nature as both god of the sun and of music, healing, poetry, prophecy, and archery.
ππππ: Equal parts chaotic jam session, sunbathing haven, and first-aid triage center. Thereβs a quiet kind of pride here; they donβt brag, they prove.
πππ‘ππππππ ππ : As the children of Apollo, they are natural healers. They can heal people by singing a hymn to their father (inΒ Ancient Greek).
π΄π’ππππππππ ππ : As the children of Apollo, they have the ability to control sound waves and music.
πππππππππ‘πππ: seeing into the future in one way or another.
ππππ‘ππ ππππβπππ¦: Occasionally, they slip into moments of prophecy mid-poem or verse, though often cryptic and hard to decipher. Some can sense incoming danger in rhyme form.
πππππππ‘ π΄ππ: Whether with a bow or thrown weapons, they have near-flawless accuracy. Itβs instinctive; like the arrow knows where it needs to go.
ππ’π ππππ ππππππ’πππ‘πππ: They can play any instrument instinctively and can use music to soothe, inspire, or even temporarily influence emotions. Some can even channel magic through song or poetry; lull enemies to sleep, strengthen allies, or call light through verse.
Some are healers by nature, others are musicians, while some are brilliant archers. They stand up for those who are being bullied.
They are sunshine.
Sometimes they make people jealous, but they never brag. Nor do they turn people away when they need help.
The Burning Maze - Chapter03 - Apolloβs RecallingΒ
βI had not spent much time at Camp Half-Blood, the training ground for Greek demigods on Long Island, but I understood how he felt. I wondered how my children were doing there: Kayla, Will, Austin. I remembered sitting with them at the campfire, singing βMy Mother Was a Minotaurβ as we ate burnt marshmallows off a stick. Such perfect camaraderie is rare, even in an immortal life.β
I thought it was kind of sweet... even heβll probably forget everything of this when heβll return to be a god.
Apollo camper who is just sort of an avaradge singer Apollo camper that always hisses whenever anybody opens their window because they can't see their computer screen on which they are making remixes Apollo camper who lowkey wanted to learn the ukulele but never really had the time or patience to do so, however when being claimed by their father, the cabin is really helpful and they play soft ukulele tunes in no time Apollo camper who is okay with sunlight, terrible at singing but has all of their father's personality
